Therefore, before performing the bloodletting ritual each time, she had to take a deep breath and force herself to focus on enduring it.
It wasn't merely a physical injury, but rather a psychological torment.
She knew well that pain was to come.
Yet she had to complete it with her own hands.
One drop of blood wouldn't suffice; she had to gather enough quantity.
Otherwise, the contract couldn't be activated at all.
Therefore, each cut needed to be deeper.
When she saw they all had arrived, she looked up.
"Sit, it will be over soon, it won't take long."
Seraphina Caldwell stood still, taking a deep breath.
She looked down at the silver necklace in her hand.
She aligned the corner of the pendant with her fingertip, gritting her teeth and applying force to cut.
Instantly, a sharp pain shot from her fingertip.
A bead of blood quickly welled up from the wound.
