“It took me a year to syphon this much God’s blood. It is a long, tedious process made worse by the fact that I’m only able to syphon insignificant amounts from my subjects. But I’m patient, and with enough time and dedication, a small amount doesn’t stay small for long. Sadly, this is all I have left,” she sighs, gazing at the vile longingly. “The quantities I gathered over the years I already used up. Using that supply, I was able to infuse a number of moonstones imbued with my magic with the drops of blood creating the ultimate ward against the Gods,” she grins, showcasing the moonstone pendant around her neck while putting the vile back into her pocket.
“I’m guessing the rest are around the perimeter,” I dryly surmise. It would explain why Jartre didn’t hear my call.
“Correct again!
