She collected her playful expression, her face gradually becoming serious and focused, as she stepped into the central area of the ground littered with undead remnants.
She took a deep breath of air filled with the scent of death and decay, and began to walk around the altar base.
At the same time, the tip of the Black Dragon's agile tail dipped into the still-flowing Dragon Blood from her wound, beginning to outline complex and ancient runes on the ground, constructing a vast array.
Time dripped away silently.
The Black Dragon endured the pain and pulled several of the sharpest edges of her Dragon Scales, tore off small pieces of flesh containing dark energy, and even forcibly dismantled several segments of her ribs, laying them at key nodes of the array as high-quality casting materials.
Finally, the Black Dragon stood at the very center of the array built from her blood, flesh, scales, and bones.
She solemnly took out a crystal box—a life box.
