Lucien glanced at the silver blade in his hand and hesitated for a second before decisively opening a wound on his left palm. His face grimaced in pain, yet he didn't move as he allowed the blood to fall freely to the ground.
"Awey wa neɣ, tledyeḍ tawwurt-nni!" He spoke the incantation and felt his mana steer as it moved towards his blood. Still, it was not enough.
"Awey wa neɣ, tledyeḍ tawwurt-nni!"
"Awey wa neɣ, tledyeḍ tawwurt-nni!"
Lucien repeated the chant twice, his mana surged stronger each time. His blood that splattered on the ground began to boil and then miraculously moved to form a strange pattern on the ground.
The pattern looked akin to a star inside of a circle. As Lucien was busy studying the strange symbol, the surrounding mana suddenly surged towards it with shocking ferocity.
