As soon as Adrian's blood touched the scroll, the dark ink pulsed with an ominous light. The contract absorbed the blood, glowing with an eerie power.
Medea's eyes watched the process intently with an unreadable expression, but then there was a flicker of satisfaction as the last drop was absorbed. The contract was signed, but Adrian knew this was only temporary.
"Three days," Medea reminded him in a soft voice with enough power that left no room for doubt. "Don't forget."
Adrian nodded. He could sense the power within Medea, a power that would soon be his to wield—but at a price.
Satisfied, Medea closed her eyes briefly, summoning her energy. A soft, warm light surrounded her, growing brighter until it obscured her form. When the light faded, Medea stood clothed in attire befitting a goddess of wrath.
The outfit was both imposing and seductive—accentuating her curves.
