Still hovering above ground, six wings flapping to keep him aloft, Alex extended his hand.
In an instant, the [Blood Altar] materialized within his palm, dark red, etched with runes that pulsed with ominous life.
Its surface shimmered faintly under the harsh sunlight, absorbing the oppressive atmosphere of war that saturated the battlefield.
Without even hesitating, Alex began pouring his mana into it.
A low hum started to build almost immediately, the artifact responding like a slumbering beast slowly waking.
The more mana he channeled, the brighter it became.
Crimson light leaked from the intricate veins across the altar's surface, and shockwaves began to ripple outward in small bursts, disturbing the air like heat rising off scorched stone.
Then, the system message appeared.
[Please throw the "Blood Altar" to summon the creature.]
"Hm," Alex muttered quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly.
