“Au Revoir…”

Lilian slit her wrist with the dagger, and blood rushed down her arms. She stretched her arms, letting the blood fall onto the ground. Closing her eyes, Lilian began to walk in a pattern, the dots of blood forming a precise design.

"Ancient gods, hear my prayer!" Lilian's voice echoed through the chamber, resonating with a power that made the walls tremble.

"I worship you, my body is sand!" Blood from her wrist painted an arrow on the floor. "Hereby, I serve myself to you—"

"Existentia mea est tum esse, et existo, tunc facis—"

"No! No!" Luna's voice broke through the ritual.

Nyx eyes widened in fear as she stepped back, clutching Damien. "This is ancient magic!" she exclaimed. 

"What is happening?!" Apollo exclaimed in confusion.

"Make a barrier, Apollo, NOW!!! It will destroy everything around her. It will destroy her!" Nyx commanded Apollo.