Walking with slightly unsteady steps, Angel made her way through the underground passageways of Blackthorn Security Company.
The light cast by the elegant gas lamps on either wall felt somewhat dazzling to her now, and even the holy emblem symbolizing the Evernight Goddess appeared a little blurred.
Sigh, the side effects of losing too much blood really were severe...
Angel wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, turned right at the intersection, and headed toward the armory.
The night before, she had used medical tools to draw quite a bit of her own blood. She had not only let the long-unused "Bloodthirst" absorb some of it and return to peak condition, but had also used the Witch's mystical knowledge to make a "Magic Mirror" from her own blood, one with a closer mystical connection to herself.
This mirror could not only be used for Magic Mirror Divination and provide certain warnings in moments of danger, but could also serve as a one-use Mirror Substitution, replacing ordinary mirrors that had stricter size requirements.
The entire pot of medicinal ingredients currently simmering in her basement had likewise been mixed with plenty of blood. Coupled with the unavoidable monthly period she had been going through since becoming a woman, even her body, enhanced by the Witch Potion, was finding it hard to bear.
Patient Angel stopped at the armory door. Only after taking several deep breaths and returning herself to normal did she push open the door and walk inside.
The armory still contained that old set of tables and chairs. Old Neil's used coffee tins had been piled in a corner, while a young woman with long black hair sat in one of the chairs.
Huh, not Rozanne? A new clerical worker?
Angel froze.
The black-haired woman seemed to recognize Angel. She