Chapter 202 Demonic Ritual

• Before I could react, he moved—lightning-fast, precise. A flash of pain ripped through my wrist, and a deep gash tore open my skin. Blood spilled freely, cascading down my arm in thick, crimson streams.
• I gasped, my body seizing as an unseen force took hold of me, wrenching me backward. My back slammed against the wall, the impact forcing the breath from my lungs. My limbs refused to move, as if invisible chains had wrapped themselves around me, tightening their grip with every passing second.
• Cerberus, his bloodstained hand trembling with power, raised it high. He twirled his fingers in a slow, deliberate motion, tracing a circle around himself made of my blood. The air around him crackled, thick with energy, as an unnatural cold swept through the room.