The Constellation smiled more and more, he was truly interested... This was no longer the simple amusement of a child torturing an ant, but the curiosity of a predator facing prey that refuses to die.
"You had a bit of trouble with just one..." began Leo, his voice resonating against the Corinthian columns with the force of a seismic event. "How are you going to handle ten?"
With a nonchalant gesture, Leo brought his right index finger to his lips, revealing his sharp canines. He made a small cut in his index finger... A drop of divine blood, a liquid gold so pure that it seemed to contain the essence of a star, beaded at the tip of his finger. When he withdrew his hand, he let the drop fall toward the marble floor.
