Like a drop of ink falling into clear water, Sirio's heart blood, aided by the two Arrays working in concert, instantly suffused the milky white Holy Power upon contact.
Priest Sirio's voice, chanting the prayer, resounded once more.
The milky white Holy Power around Rachel's abdomen instantly turned bright red. Simultaneously, an extremely condensed aura of Hell shot out from the Array below.
In the blink of an eye, it had surged into that mass of crimson.
The next second, the luminescent orb at Rachel's abdomen seemed to take on a life of its own, starting to pulsate slowly and rhythmically.
"Success!" Sirio cried, delighted at the sight.
He immediately flipped to the next page of the pitch-black tome on the stone altar. Looking at its contents, his voice changed to a strange language unknown to all present.
"Is Lord Sirio now reciting the language of Demons?"
The cultists present listened with open envy to this unfamiliar language.
