Along with the melody, the drop of blood in the basin had gradually gotten thicker and started spreading rapidly. From only a drop of blood, it had turned a washbasin-sized black basin with a red-stained interior.
Raffaele raised her head, looked at the statue in the eyes, and used her bleeding index finger to gently stroke in between her eyebrows, leaving a vermillion mark.
She closed her eyes. When the ceremony was just about to end and the witches were about to throw away the stuff, suddenly.
Buzz!!!!
A powerful, coarse yet gentle force suddenly befell.
This force focussed on the statue with a dazzling, hazy white light and strangely, the stone statue started moving. The statue stretched out her right arm and gently caressed Raffaele's cheek.
"The Lion Mother has arrived!" the witches exclaimed in wonder.
"The great Lion Mother! Please bless the leader of Grano!"
"The Supreme Witch King!"