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Stephen's blood kept pulling at him. The old butler was bleeding from his face, shoulder, ribs, and several smaller wounds. Some of the blood had already fallen onto the broken courtyard. More remained on his clothes.
Blood Control Lv3 made it easy. With it Sekhmet slowly raised one hand. The blood on the ground moved.
Stephen noticed that immediately. Several drops of his blood rose from the broken stone near him and floated toward Sekhmet.
Stephen turned his head slightly. His expression became colder.
"Do not touch my blood."
Sekhmet's fingers closed. The drops accelerated.
Stephen released his strange divine force and tried to stop them, but this time something unexpected happened. The blood slowed, yet it did not completely freeze.
Sekhmet felt the resistance. It was enormous.
