"Blood Art Technique: Negative Touch."
In my mind, I envisioned the precise location of the artery Lana had shown me. My heartbeat surged from a steady 1.6 to a frantic 100 beats per second.
A chill spread across my chest as mana seeped from my heart, following the selected artery. My right arm tingled, a sensation akin to a snake coiling around it, as waves of gravity coursed through the blood vessel.
My balled fist grew heavy, vibrating with a low hum of energy. The sensation was like cold water trickling from my shoulder, flowing down to my clenched fist. I clenched my jaw, determined to show no hesitation, and drew back my arm, mimicking a pitcher poised to hurl a baseball.
In one fluid motion, I propelled my hand forward, the weight of the movement gathering in my shoulder. My fist connected sharply with Lana's palm, the sound echoing in the air—an unmistakable impact that resonated like a thunderclap.
