A time turning spell…?
The crew exchanged confused looks with each other. None of them had heard of such a spell before, and in MingYu's case, he had never heard of any spells of sorcerers to begin with. He knew of Heaven's and Hell's incantations. But according to PingZe, sorcerers and witches had their own magical symbols, created by the first witch of the earth realm.
"Yes." The sorcerer seemed pleased at their confused expressions. "A time turning spell. We sorcerers and witches cannot control time, but in ancient times, when the first witch still roamed this realm, she could harness short time intervals with an incantation circle. But it is large from the stories I have heard and very difficult to draw. Besides, it demands a powerful blood sacrifice to work."
"You mean," MingYu felt a knot forming in his guts. He didn't like the sound of this. "Blood sacrifice as in, a massacre?"
XiaoHe shuddered at the words, and so did the sorcerer.
