Spell Creation Methods [1]

{A/N: The previous chapters have been fixed. Sorry for the inconvenience}

"Alright. I'm done." Silas said, making the two teens before him look at him with excited smiles.

"You look happier than usual." Silas said with a raised brow.

"You've been absorbing that blood drop for a few days now. Of course we're excited. You have no idea how hungry I am." Nymira said, and as if her stomach had agreed, it gurgled slightly.

"Did you guys not eat?" Silas asked with a little bit of worry on his face.

"Of course we ate. It's just that when we did eat, the food was kind of terrible." Alex chimed in.

"I don't think the chefs would like it if they heard that." Silas chuckled and placed a pot in the middle of the dining table.

"Screw them. They're not allowed to talk until their food is better than yours! And they dare call themselves chefs too!" Nymira said in outrage before looking at the pot and plates before them.