The Gold Coin emitted a gentle tremor, gradually intensifying, accompanied by a tremor deep within the soul. Even though nothing was done, a blurred picture unfolded before Roger's eyes.
Deep underground, burning flames melted the Gold Coin, and a figure sang loudly, exploring something with suppressed cries of pain.
"It's Tristramy."
Roger recognized the figure of the woman, and he immediately understood something.
"She is using her innate abilities to influence part of my fate, presumably some kind of divination or foresight ability..."
"The question is whether she can trace back and discover the secrets hidden on me."
No, it shouldn't be that strong.
Roger quickly realized that since the Hunter's Cabin could directly swallow Tristramy's Fate Coin, it was, at least in terms of level, far superior to her soul abilities.
However, this ability is most peculiar; even without being offensive, it can have a greater impact.