Doing nothing fancy, Andre lit up the torches by sending small flames towards them separately. He then pierced deep into his left palm. Blood oozed out as he continued to puncture deep into his own hand. He then pulled something from it; a small medal of a serpent.
He then threw it on the ground and as soon as he did so, several tiles on the rocky floor parted, and podiums that only reached to four feet made its way up from down under.
Although there were a lot of items inside, Andre focused his attention at three items; A whip, a purple flame crackling on a brazier that was similar to the image outside, and a small black ring.
Andre went to the whip first. He picked it up and caressed it. It was his whip, called by those who knew it as the Devouring Whip. Anything it touches will have their energy siphoned from them and reabsorbed by him.
