The nebula mist inside became unusually restless, shooting a ghostly blue beam straight into the depths of Uphemia's blood.
The white-haired witch beside her turned pale instantly.
Something's wrong! A strong ominous feeling arose in her heart.
Sure enough, as soon as the beam intervened, the surface of the liquid in the container began to bubble mysteriously.
Each bubble burst with a faint wail, as if countless tiny souls were struggling within.
The blood began to form complex patterns in the container.
It wasn't a random flow, but symbols with a clear meaning.
Twisted human faces, a broken crown, and some indescribable geometric shapes.
"This blood..."
The blind girl's voice carried fear, her hands gripping the chair's armrests tightly, her knuckles white from the exertion:
"It contains marks of power from the highest levels... this is not ordinary bloodline modification... this is..."
Her words suddenly halted, as if she had seen an unspeakable horrific truth.
