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He was fairly certain one of them was a vial of elixir. Vulcan blood, he remembered with distaste. His gaze glided over the room a while longer before settling on the only thing he found conspicuous. She sat before the entrance. Her habit was a pale blue cascading down to rest gently below her ankle. She was clearly unaware of his state of consciousness which, if he was correct, was the reason she sat alone with him. The last time Sethlzaar had seen a sister of the church was during his spiritual service. Save that, the only other time was during his ordination where the priestesses had flanked the Arch-bishop on both sides. He frowned at his inability to recall the Arch-bishop's name.

He turned his hand over, letting the blood drip into the chalice. The dagger was then handed to me. My hands trembled as I took it, the cool metal pressing against my palm. I hesitated for a moment before pressing the blade into my skin, feeling the sharp sting as blood welled to the surface. I let the drops of my blood fall into the chalice, mixing with Lucas’. A deep hum resonated through the church. The moment our blood combined, the chalice began to glow, a silver mist rising from its depths. The power in the air was almost tangible, wrapping around us like an unseen force.