"Huh, you decided to copy me?" Black Sun Aristocrat muttered while looking at the bloody orb, "Do you really have so little imagination?"
"Say what you want." Lycia smirked as she snapped her finger.
The orb trembled and burst massive blood clots that rained down on Dark Hand members. Each clot was powerful and exploded on impact.
'After all, I didn't give up that crystal for anything...' Black Sun Aristocrat inwardly muttered before pulling out the statue of the goddess.
"What is it? An amulet for good luck? Like a rabbit's foot?" Lycia said in a careless voice, but a moment later, a shiver ran through her body as her heart was gripped by fear.
"This is the seal that I bought for you personally. You can be proud of it, no woman has ever received such expensive gifts from me." Black Sun Aristocrat uttered and cut his palm, so a drop of blood fell on the statuette.