All he could do was clumsily pull out a bottle of mercury, scribbling an array on the floor. Then he dug out a blood bag filled with virgin blood, along with various sacrificial tools, bone powder, and so on.
Finally, he managed to sketch out a wobbly and messy Alchemy Matrix on the floor.
Although it was ugly, it worked.
As Butcher dripped his own blood into the matrix, spirituality activated the array.
A faint mist began to spread.
Before his eyes, an endless darkness seemed to take shape.
At the edge of the darkness, he vaguely saw a pair of golden vertical eyes, resplendent like the sun.
"Supreme."
Butcher lowered his head, not daring to meet those eyes directly.
The majestic and scorching golden eyes carried no emotion.
Amidst the silence, a detached voice echoed faintly, "Speak."
Butcher steeled himself and recounted every word of the conversation he had just overheard.
Not a single word was omitted.
