Chapter 1827

With Shannon's chant, the red threads extending from the black lily carving toward the four pillars slowly began to glow with a golden light. The fortune that had been enveloping the hall suddenly began to move with purpose, flowing along the red threads toward the stone plaque. Alistair finally arrived, only to see this horrifying scene. His murky, stern eyes suddenly erupted with towering rage. "Stop it! Are you trying to destroy the hall?" Shannon didn't even glance up, ignoring him entirely. It wouldn't be a loss to destroy such a tainted hall, anyway. Alistair's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. Since she refused to heed his warning, he would take matters into his own hands. With that thought, he quickly pulled a small knife from his pocket and, without hesitation, made a swift cut across his wrist. Blood dripped steadily onto the stone steps of the hall, flowing into the cracks in every direction. Shannon furrowed her brow slightly, sensing a subtle shift beneath her feet