As Grandpa started hovering some kind of golden discs over my chest, I saw the room light up in different rings.
A strange sound buzzed in my ears as if my whole body was vibrating with mana, but the weird part?
It wasn't mine.
I felt like a glass being filled with someone else's water.
"Your mana's oddly… silent," Venus Grandpa murmured.
"Like something's sleeping beneath it. Like a locked door."
"Well, that's comforting," I said, feeling a little uneasy.
He ignored me.
His eyes were sharp now, flicking from the golden disc to a set of ancient books laid open beside him.
Finally, he reached for the flask of red blood that I felt some connection with.
Yeah.
That blood.
It was glowing faintly again, even though it was sealed behind a thick glass vial.
"Just a drop," he said more to himself than me.
"No direct contact. Let's confirm the reaction threshold."
