Kain kept walking…and walking…and walking.
'Shouldn't I have reached the planet's core by now? Just how deep does this tunnel go?'
Finally, Kain reached an end to his long journey down.
At the bottom of the chasm was a dome made of criss-crossing roots and crystal. In its center sat a statue—a humanoid figure carved in the shape of an Aruvan. Arms open. Chest hollow.
Inside the hollow socket: a place perfectly shaped for the coin.
There was no one there.
No traders. No poems. No voices.
Just… silence.
Kain stepped forward.
There was no other person. No more riddles. No more clues as to whether or not he should trade…
Kain hesitated, but ultimately decided to use the coin at this point in time.
It melted like wax—light spilling out into the statue's body. The eyes lit up with soft gold.
And then an object appeared in the coin's place.
