"Smear the blood of the Transcendent on my forehead, watch over me, so I may draw closer to greatness..."
As Byron's spell echoed through the alley.
The array was immediately filled with the intense smell of blood, far more than what could have been emitted by a single person.
It was the scent of ten, a hundred, a thousand people... The thick odor of blood filled his nostrils, as if he were soaking in a Blood Pool.
The Runes mixed within the hexagram twisted and deformed like blood coursing through malformed veins, bursting with blinding blood-red light.
Within the entire range of the Holy Grail of Blood ceremony, the visualized world was being stripped away and distorted.
The already crooked and twisted alley seemed to turn into a giant creature's writhing esophagus, with the irregular cobblestones on the ground becoming a lumpy and sticky layer of tongue...
A sense of weightlessness, accompanied by waves of dizziness, assailed Byron's brain.
