A symbol floated slightly above Mater. It represented a dagger with its handle dispersed into curvy lines of thin smoke.
"What is that thing?!" Selina's jaw dropped when she saw the Abyssal Seal.
Mater gave her a smug look and meowed softly.
"1,000 kilometers of Chaos Blood was gone just like that. I only have around 700 left. But that should be more than enough for everything.
Now. Let me enslave the wraith."
The Dark Grimoire stood up. It spat the shadow wraith back out. It was still weakened from the battle. Its shadowy body was much more faded than before.
"Come, my servant. Receive your mark."
Mater pushed the Abyssal Seal to the shadow wraith. The wraith was almost drawn to it. Its faceless head turned toward the seal like it was smelling something good.
The Abyssal Seal stuck to its forehead. The dark symbol lit up in white.
The smoky body of the wraith trembled. It exploded into a cloud of smoke and reorganized into a denser, more solidified body.
