Seeing the bloody handprint of Allash on the Statue of Nephari, Adam took a deep breath before he raised his left hand.
At that moment, a small, silver magic circle spun into existence at Adam's fingertips.
The air around him stirred, gathering in a razor-thin blade of pure air, until an invisible knife made of air was created, and it hovered just above his open right palm. Without hesitation, he let it descend, and...
Slice!
The sound of his own flesh cutting could be heard.
From the self-inflicted wound, a thin line of red appeared across his right palm. The cut wasn't deep, but it was enough to draw a good amount of blood. It was warm, and it began to welled up, rolling down his fingers in thick droplets. Without another word, Adam then turned his left hand over it and smeared it against the wound, coating his palm and using his own blood as paint.
He exhaled slowly and looked up.
His gaze locked onto the glowing handprint, the spot where the Blood of Allash was hidden.
