Asher's expression contorted into one of pure disbelief, his voice quiet but heavy as he asked, "A forbidden art? What kind of forbidden art exactly?"
Rebecca clicked her tongue, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared at him, "Why do you have to know that too?" she asked in exasperation, as if the weight of his questions was becoming unbearable.
Asher gave her a simple stare, his eyes unwavering and piercing. It was a look that spoke louder than words—a look that demanded answers.
Rebecca grunted in frustration before she sighed and said, "Fine. I had to use the bloodforce of 50 newborn babies with noble blood flowing through their veins. Their combined and pure lifeforce was what I needed to make this work."
