C120 Blood Pact

“Then make a blood pact with me,” he demanded, his voice cold as steel. He unsheathed his knife, the blade gleaming with a wicked edge. Without hesitation, he grabbed her wrist, guiding her to make a deep, deliberate slice, blood pouring from the wound. He did the same to himself, their blood mingling as it dripped onto the blade. As if responding to their sacrifice, the knife began to glow