Looking at the writhing white silkworm on the table, Marvin bit his finger, squeezing out a few drops of blood onto the body of the white silkworm.
Like dew in the morning, the blood adhered to the worm's pure white body, sinking in gradually. Having absorbed the blood, the silkworm's body turned from white to blood red as it quivered. Its soft abdomen began to swell and suddenly, it spit out a red silk thread towards the wooden god statue in the center of the altar.
The Hall of the Gods' most powerful aspect lay in the fact that it did not require the magic power of the user itself. The Divine Silkworm would convert the blood into power, connecting with the wooden god statue and using the oracle to form a communication network spanning across spaces. Even someone without any magic power could use it—as long as they knew the method.
