Deep into the night.
In the mysterious castle, the secret chamber at the top.
Arthur Lindsey has come here yet again.
He wickedly stands in front of the ancient mirror, pulling from his pocket a shiny Swiss army knife, piercing his own left middle finger. Instantly, fresh blood gushes out, dropping onto the ancient mirror.
A surprising change occurs: the crimson blood hitting the mirror does not smear, but disappears as if swallowed by the ancient mirror itself!
"I sacrifice my blood in pursuit of a bond," Arthur, bearing the pain in his finger, coldly questions.
...
However, the ancient mirror is like a greedy demon, continually draining Arthur's blood but offering no indication.
Half an hour passes.
Arthur has lost a lot of blood. His face begins to pale as cold sweats bead on his broad forehead.
The flow of blood from his finger continues without stop...
His obsidian-like shiny eyes gradually become vacant and hazy...
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