As Laetus created that portal, a hideous laugh erupted from within the dome. The mist stopped thickening, and the droplets of water on Laetus stopped moving.
The woman's face turned pale. She was quiet, staring wide-eyed at the boy. Her blood poured into the small, golden bowl until it overflowed with blood. She mumbled something and the bleeding stopped immediately, but she never stopped staring at Laetus.
"You... literally just let it escape, didn't you?" She said, her voice small. "I tell you not to let it escape, and within SECONDS," she shouted. "MERE SECONDS, AND YOU ALREADY RUINED IT." Tears fell from her eyes.
Picking up the paintbrush-like thing, she dipped it into her own blood.
"And now that I've begun the ritual the way that I have, if I don't spend most of my life force on some kind of spell in the next few minutes, I will die for nothing."
Holding the blood-soaked brush in her hands, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed. The blood on the end of the brush began to glow faint red. She dipped it into the bowl and, as quickly as though she had flipped on a light switch, all of her blood started to glow, both within the bowl and within her body. They would be able to see her arteries as red lines running throughout her body, pulsing with every heartbeat, visible through her skin and cloth. They would even be able to see her heart as a pulsing red light.
She began to draw a circle on the asphalt in her own blood. She was slow and deliberate, somehow managing a perfect curve on the uneven asphalt.