C229 Memory of Ancient Blood

Blood gushed out of Cavai's wrist like a clear spring. Thick blood dripped onto the grass where Paris was lying.

Soon after, Kawai took out a classical compass from his storage ring and placed it steadily on his wrist, which was continuously flowing with fresh blood. In an instant, the blood no longer flowed towards the ground, but was instead absorbed by the compass.

On top of the compass