The entire piece of wood was silver-white, emitting a faint halo that shone brilliantly even in the dim cave.
A series of blood-red patterns crossed the surface of the wood, resembling human blood vessels. Along with the halo, they seemed to slowly pulse in a breathing rhythm.
Whether it was an illusion or not, as the two men gazed at the halo atop the silver wood, it shifted shape—one moment looking like a mushroom, the next resembling a stunning young beauty.
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