A small drop of blood dripped from Lawrend's wrist and hit the small bowl.
"Damn it."
Lawrend was annoyed.
He slit his wrist again, and another drop fell. And again. And again. Until he finally filled the bowl.
"..."
The old man and the observers stared at his wrist in silence. His natural regenerative ability amazed them. Each time he slit his wrist, it would immediately heal up and only let a small amount of blood drip out.
"Here."
Lawrend pushed the small bowl forward. The old man opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He shut up and placed the bowl on the pedestal.
The magical formation glowed brightly again. The building faintly shook, and then lines appeared outside of the building before heading out of the city and onwards to the distance to who knows where.
The phenomenon attracted the attention of many. They looked over at the City Clan Hall and wondered what was happening.
