"This is my 101st try already; surely I'm going to succeed this time." In a vast and spacious cave, a woman with short pink hair was standing in front of an ancient stone statue spell formation. She was staring nervously at the wand in her hand, and slowly stepped forward before raising her left hand.
"Argh! What kind of idiot decided it would be a good idea to make blood the catalyst for activating this spell formation? There's no creativity at all, and it's going to hurt so much!" The young woman looked at her delicate fingertip with a pout on her lips. She looked at the white jade stone pillar at the center of the spell formation, then down at her finger again, and hesitated for a long while before finally stepping forward. She gritted her teeth with a determined look, and said, "The woman of the moon definitely won't concede defeat!"
She pulled out a think needle and stabbed it into her trembling fingertip.
"Argh!!!"
