A pitch-dark crescent moon appeared again above her head.
"Heehee, look, this is your present, Little Fox. Don't you find this detestable? To them, the weight of their past history pales in comparison to the fragments in your embrace. Of course, these shards are also significant."
"Although it's a bit rushed, merging your blood into the fragments should be able to temporarily restore their former glory."
Feya looked at her own wrist.
She picked up a fragment, dodged William's strike, and then viciously slashed her wrist, as a copious amount of bright red blood gushed out, sprinkling on those shards.
"Give me that thing!"
William screamed as he thrust at Feya.
But he was repelled by the black moon symbol that appeared on the girl's body.
By now, the elven males had also arrived.
"What is she doing?"
"Stop her!"
Fierce white flames erupted violently beside the young girl.
Feya coughed several times.
She continued to drip blood onto the shards.
