Drip...
Drip.....
Blood dripped from Raven's palm, where she had made a small cut, landing on the Ebon stone.
The stony surface remained still, showing no reaction, no movement—nothing.
Raven frowned. "Is it supposed to do something?" she muttered, glancing at the others.
There was only silence.
"Maybe it needs even more blood," Thalia said, her voice calm yet serious. Her fingers shifted, sharpening into claw-like tips. Without hesitation, she reached for Raven's hand and, before Raven could react, dragged her claw across her sister's palm once more.
"Ouch!" Raven winced, her body tensing as fresh blood trickled down her already wounded hand. She glared at Thalia, her golden eyes burning with irritation. "I could have done it myself! You didn't have to slice me like that!" she snapped, her voice sharp.
Thalia merely shrugged, unbothered. "You were hesitating," she said casually, pressing against Raven's hand to coax out even more blood.
Drip... Drip.....
