Malsistha frantically sucked the gold coins from the street into its belly, its narrow, elongated proboscis devouring the gold like a bottomless pit while emitting a teeth-settting, hiss-like sound.
The black mist roiling around its body surged ceaselessly, as if undergoing some violent metamorphosis. The body that had just withered and shrunken from Devereux's curse was gradually recovering, and its once-dim shell glowed anew with a dull yet eerie luster.
Not only that—
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