With the sharp claw on her left hand's index finger, Granny pricked the skin on her right hand making a tiny opening to the flesh between two scales.
Gritting her teeth, she sternly looked at her golden scaled right hand as her dark red blood streamed down on his left hand and finally dropped into the multi-colored syrupy liquid in the cauldron.
As the first droplet of blood vanished in the liquid, she pulled her hands away from the cauldron. The liquid immediately entered into a heated chemical reaction. Foam quickly formed on the surface, while also large silver bubbles formed and burst apart.
Seeing this, Granny closed her eyes and slowly and deeply exhaled. Her draconic aura soon receded, while her scales returned to her previously wrinkly skin. Only a tiny bruise could be seen in the middle of her right hand, a reminder of the act.