"Where did this come from?"
Bossivale approached the pile of stones with trembling hands, barely touching them before recoiling as if they were scalding hot.
"No, it's not an illusion, not a phantom, these are real stones."
He carefully picked one up, bringing it to his eyes, rubbing, licking, and biting it.
"There's no coating, spirituality is abundant, the scent of moonlight dances within the stone, exuding that same tranquil aroma without any deviation—it's a Moon Stone, a superior Moon Stone."
Bossivale plunged into the heap of stones, licking and touching frantically, like a dog that hadn't eaten in a hundred days discovering a pile of excrement.
"Hahaha, it's all true, every piece, they're all genuine, Moon Stone, Star Stone, without damage, without missing parts, full of spirituality, just like freshly heated!"
He leaped out of the stone pile with the grace of a beauty emerging from the bath, hopping in front of Rod.
