The glowing crimson blood droplet resting on the Springfield suddenly trembled.
It responded to the Blood Alchemy Circle like a living creature answering its master's call.
The tiny droplet slowly stretched.
Its surface rippled before twisting into a sharp crystalline form. Thin crimson veins spread across its body as it hardened, then immediately began eating away at the black steel of the rifle.
Hiss…
A harsh corrosive sound echoed from the weapon.
Smoke rose from the point of contact as the metal rapidly dissolved.
Ezra's eyes narrowed.
Without hesitating for even a heartbeat, he released the Springfield.
The rifle dropped from his hands just before the spreading corrosion could reach his fingers.
Clang!
The weapon struck the forest floor.
The surrounding grass instantly blackened where the corrosive blood touched the earth.
Desmond didn't waste the opening.
The instant Ezra abandoned the rifle...
He exploded forward.
Boom!
