Terra, Divus, Demonium

Erzelus’s POV

“Ok, bat boy, let us try it that way then,” I sighed before I allowed my nails to morph into claws. I cut each palm of my hand with my talons, and my ichor started to trickle from my hands. I am not sure how long will I bleed, though, given that Lycans have fast-healing ability, not to mention the speed with which we celestials heal. Kandreah turned away, and I saw that he was looking at his warriors, probably compelling them to resist my blood.

I pressed the bloodied palm of my left hand on the handprint engraving on the left side of the iron-wrought doors. As my ichor dripped into the handprint, a heartbeat could be heard, ringing from the doors, mixed with swooshing and sizzling sounds, followed by the dust of black smoke. As it filled the engraving, I felt my energy receding, and agonising pain wracked through every pore of my body.

The same thing happened when I pressed my right hand on the handprint engraving on the right-hand side and at the moment when my blood