Stian glanced behind him at Merlin. "This is not your problem. I wish to involve as few people as possible. Less lives to lose" Stian was dead set on the circle. It slowly seemed to deepen as the time drew closer. Almost like the blood was eating the earth, trying to spread its influence. In the moments before the strike of a 6 year anniversary, Stian touched two fingers in the outermost ring of the circle and spoke. "[i]Toisich[/i]" At the command the blood glowed a luminous blue. As it spread, it adopted different colors at each of the magical artifacts. A heavy blue at the Nordic runes, a bright purple at the Haitian voduo, energetic red at the Japanese Kotodama, a blinding white at the Christian High Magic, and a subdued gold at the Egyptian Heka.