The icy blue flames jumped around in the bowl.
In a medium-sized room, two people sat across from each other in the dusk light, both staring calmly at the bowl of water in front of them.
A bowl of clean, boiled water was on the table. A swirl of moderately sized icy blue flames danced at the bottom.
"This is the Water of Trust?" the man on the left said.
"You can choose not to drink it," the person facing him said casually.
The man was silent for a while, but ultimately reached out and took the bowl. "My body and spirit have been separated for too long. You know I don't have a choice."
"Of course, you simply don't trust me," the person facing him said calmly. "I've brought you the water, and we are even. No more performances during this sacrifice. Let the heaven decide whether we pass or not."
The man knew what he meant.
He was silent for a while, then nodded.
"I know. If something goes wrong, I will assist you."