Revan watched from behind the row of decommissioned machinery, fifteen meters away, as the obsidian disc slowly rose into the air and hung suspended, spinning on its axis with a low hum that vibrated in his teeth.
The violet light intensified, and the engraved flower flared like a gash in reality.
Around the coin, the air curved inward, pulled toward the spinning disc by an unseen drain. Fire converged at the heart of the flower, the pattern flashed brilliantly for the final time, and the coin devoured itself whole.
Then, nothing. Only silence greeted Revan.
Revan waited with bated breath, hoping for something to happen in the next second. Yet, when the waiting turned into minutes, he frowned.
"...Eh?"
He stared at the empty patch of floor from behind the machinery, his face cycling through confusion, disbelief, and a slowly mounting indignation.
"That's it? That's ALL it does?"
