"Well, aren't you such a lady," he jabbed back sarcastically.
Lucian contemplated the means to sever the mystical bond binding him and Mira, a connection forged in dark arts. "To break this unholy tie, we'll need a finely crafted obsidian blade, symbolizing our separation. A blood offering is crucial, drawn with precision during a celestial alignment, signifying our shared essence. Black candles arranged in a specific pattern, an ancient grimoire with dark incantations, and mystical sigils in our blood shall enhance the ritual's potency. A binding symbol representing our connection must be destroyed. Lastly, an essence vessel will contain our extracted magical essence, preventing its untimely release."
As he explained the steps to Mira, detailing the intricate process of dismantling the ritual, he chose to omit one crucial detail. The possibility of her demise lingered in the back of his mind, a dark truth he couldn't bring himself to disclose. Instead, he outlined the plan, hoping the steps would unfold smoothly enough.
"So," he continued, his eyes meeting hers so he could look for signs of interest. "Do you want to do this? Or are you falling for me, after all?"
