Darren's POV
Kristin had placed Diamond on the ground, wrapped in one of my robes. I walked in, wearing another one and nothing underneath. I didn't need the grimoire, the spell contents ingrained in my mind.
I worked with Kristin, placing twelve candles in a circle. It had to be exactly two meters wide, spacing the candles at the same distance between each one. I picked up the chalk that had soaked up my blood earlier, functioning as the fuel for the rune.
My blood had long been established as the most powerful magic catalyst, so I could substitute it for the blood from a hundred vampire royals as stated in the grimoire.
I was careful, drawing the runes with a steady hand. The large circle came first, the start of nearly every rune, making sure it was perfectly round. Its edges were right in front of the candles, helping as a guide to their symmetry.
