Raising the bowl of purple, fizzing liquid high, Belladonna poured the concoction out onto the runic circle. The liquid quickly filled the crevices carved into the floor, spreading across the magic circle and assuming its shape.
Every drop had to be emptied, and only once it was even and fully filled, did she move onto the next and most important step.
Placing the bowl down, Belladonna clapped her hands in front of her. Mana channelled into her fingers, causing small bolts of purple lightning to arc around them, as she made a series of precise hand signs before slamming her hands down onto the edge of the circle.
"Urath'da Iman Forkuta, Yuultah!"
The purple lightning leapt from her fingers, racing across the surface of the blood-filled circle. The concoction filling the crevices glowed brightly and then, with one blinding flash, it completely dimmed.
