The current Michael could condense his blood essence into ten large drops, and from each large drop he could produce three smaller ones.
He contemplated for a moment and decided to start with two large drops.
Michael extended one finger over the bowl. A dark red drop formed at the tip and he let it fall.
The moment it touched the surface of the blood below, the entire mixture darkened. The gold-green undertones spread outward from the point of contact like ink dropped into still water, threading through the collected blood until the whole bowl had taken on the same quality. The air above it grew noticeably heavier.
He let the second drop fall. The quality deepened further.
Michael looked at it for a moment. "That should be enough."
He stepped back slightly, giving himself a full view of the space he had prepared. At the center lay the corpse of the Rank 4 demonic supernatural.
Michael began to move.
