A flame ignites in the room.
But the burning flame emits neither light nor heat, upon closer inspection, one can discern the souls dancing within the fire.
As Tristramy reached the altar, the surrounding stone pillars were already covered in somber white flame, withered hands on the stone platform groped the engravings on it.
Her body trembled slightly, as if she had exerted all her strength, and then the stone platform opened to both sides, a silvery white brazier slowly rose.
A crack opened on Tristramy's forehead, and a glowing Gold Coin squeezed out, but unlike before, this time a viscous liquid seemed to coat its surface.
Tristramy's expression was particularly hideous.
"Ah... ah..."
She let out a series of suppressed low growls, and with a metallic clang, the Gold Coin fell as all the surrounding flames converged upon it.
"Let me see, what secret are you hiding?"
