When she was extracting blood from Old Man Mo, Alice managed to obtain six vials. Each one a portion potent enough to bring her up to the level of a Lord.
Six chances.
Usually, she would be prudent with these uses. Careful, strategic, weighing up the pros and cons of using it at the moment.
Usually.
But it's not often that someone has the audacity, the courage to drag her into the realm of the Void. Not only that but this time, it's technically not her fault. They're the ones who dragged her here. They're the ones who want to fight her in the Void.
They're the ones who decided that this place was going to be where they die.
Therefore, if she were to. . . shatter this corner of the Void? If she was to, drown it in corruption and fire? In destruction?
That was entirely self-defence, wasn't it?
Reaching into her pouch, Alice grabbed a vial of Old Man Mo's blood and drank it all in an instant.
'Which Sigils do you want?' Alyss asked with a chuckle.
