Instead of dripping into the lake, the blood had congregated in front of the girl instead, an eerie sight to behold. As blood continued to flow out of her wrist, her face paled even further. Her body trembled, and pants escaped her lips — which, incidentally, were as white as snow. In a matter of seconds, about half a litre of blood was floating in front of her. That was no doubt the reason for her weakening.

“Purple Blood-Imprint, gather!” Even though she was clearly not well, a sickly smile adorned the girl’s face, giving her a frightening look. The blood was gradually manipulated into a purple formation in mid-air that twitched like snakes.

The imprint landed onto the Hecatoncheires Black-Devil’s forehead, the formation etching itself onto the creature’s skin.

“Awoooo!” Although the Hecatoncheires Black-Devil’s mouth couldn’t be seen, it was clearly screaming...