Thariel woke up without feeling sore for once.

Yesterday, she had finished her delivery and came back so late in the night that her mother no longer considered training her.

Along with delivering her potions, she also bought a few important items such as a spear, leather armor to put on top of her chainmail, as well as leather boots and pants.

She now has all the appropriate gear for foresting including all the miscellaneous items she needs for survival. A botany book included.

She is now prepared for the survival end of the trip and all that's left was to fix the combat-related portion of her preparations, which by her mother's own estimate is good enough to let her fight against most of the monsters inside the forest.

And honestly, if Clyra thought she could now fight then Thariel's going to take her words to heart.

Which means she now only needs to awaken her bloodline, a requirement she's going to fulfill later today.

Besides learning hand to hand combat, she's also been practicing her senses as well as her magic.

Thariel didn't know just how much they'll grow after the bloodrite ritual but from her canon knowledge as well as the Plasmononicon's own description; she could safely assume that her both her magic and her senses would improve by leaps and bounds.

And that was a bad thing, especially the last one. Why? Because she would most likely be overwhelmed by the sudden shift in her perception of the world.

She hoped the change wouldn't be as influential as she was fearing it to be but Thariel didn't hold herself over it.

And honestly? Her senses becoming maddeningly sharp wasn't a bad thing in the long run.

By tonight, she'd have her bloodline successfully awakened.

Doing the bloodrite ritual before she leaves for the forest was a good idea in her opinion as it allows her to face the dangers lurking behind the trees with greater strength and since the sun barely went past the canopies, she was safe from her weaknesses during the day.

Well, on another note, she didn't need to exercise tonight because of both the ritual as well as her needing to leave for the forest afterwards.

Thariel didn't know what would be worse, offering a dead animal to the Goddess of the Moon and getting her body mutated while she's still conscious or going through another hellish round of physical torture disguised as exercise.

She decided that both were equally horrible.

Thariel jumped out of bed feeling refreshed, she yawned.

Thariel faced the new day with a chipper attitude and a smile on her face.

Clyra greeted her when she went down stairs, "you're up,"

"I am," Thariel replied, "I'm gonna go to the forest later tonight,"

"I know," Clyra nodded, "are you gonna do the bloodrite ritual before that as well?"

"Mhmm," truth be told, Thariel already expected her mother to be able to guess her plans, the woman was just that sharp.

"Come back alive," said Clyra.

"And I will," Thariel nodded. She wasn't going to die now of all times, maybe if she was reckless sure, but she knew how to handle herself in a fight even before she got reincarnated. "Can I ask for one of the goats?"

"Take it," Clyra agreed, "I'll also bring chalk here later, you can pick it up in the living room table,"

"I'll do that, thank you," Thariel responded.

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She started her breakfast and thought that she couldn't wait to be able to heal her wounds by consuming meat.

This was a canon ability that all Damphirs apparently have but she learned about it via Thariel's skill tree in the game where she has a skill called [Carnocurii] which can be upgraded from another skill named [Hemo Therapy].

On that note, all Vampires can use blood to recover from fatal wounds and they can even regrow limbs with it if they're good enough, no need for reattachment.

For some reason however, Vampires couldn't do the same thing with meat. But maybe that's because they're undead?

After breakfast, the morning came and went.

By lunch, Thariel was in her shed working to prepare the space for the bloodrite ritual by temporarily throwing out crates, a table, and a few other unneeded furnitures to make room for the magic circle.

When she went back to the house to grab the chalk, Thariel noticed something game changing; it was magical.

Thariel raised the cylindrical object to eye level and inspected it.

When placed under direct sunlight, dots of silver reflected outward from the chalk's surface.

This thing was infused with enchanted silver.

Thariel felt excited.

Now that she knew she had access to something like this, Thariel decided that she might as well go all out on preparing the ritual.

She carried the chalk back to the shed and proceeded to check on all of her remaining ingredients.

She still had a good amount of silver stalks left, and also a few dire wolf fangs, slime cores are also here, moondews too and...

... She had more than enough materials to make this entire thing work. High scale rituals were usually expensive to do but not when the person doing it has a discount from an influential merchant.

Great. Everything was going to be better than she first thought it would be.

And yes, she was aware that a high scale bloodrite ritual wouldn't do anything to change the effects of the awakened bloodline and she'll be just as strong if she did a regular ritual but where it differed is the pain she'll felt when undergoing the transformation.

High scale rituals barely hurt their users and the fatality rate is non existent. As an added bonus, the process will also go smoother and much quicker.

The convenience she'll get from a high scale ritual was enough to make Thariel put in the work and resources to prepare it but since it was more complicated than the standard ritual, a lot of things were needed to be done.

First off is the enhancement of the sacrifice's quality; with silver stalks, moondews, spider eyes, and slime cores, Thariel brewed a mixture which will give the goat more mutations than normal.

It will also put the animal in unending agony after it mutates but it's their pain that makes the process go so smoothly so...

On the theory side of things! How the potion works is simple: The unstable-yet-stable energy within the potion would cause the animal to experience a hastened version of the change they undergo when living inside a dungeon.

At the same time, the lackluster quantity of said energy would cause their change to be less than desirable, effectively turning them into freaks of nature who are under a lot of pain due to the energy's destability.

While the Abomination Concoction cooled, Thariel cleaned the cauldron and began brewing the second thing she needed for the ritual, a paint made from moondew, silver stalk, and slime gel.

Mixing all three results in a viscous yet magically conductive adhesive that would channel magic right as long as it hasn't dried out.

Thariel made enough for two batches, one would be used along with the chalk for the actual ritual while the other would be painted to make a debuff circle which'll put the goat to sleep during mutation.

Thariel poured the paint into two buckets before sealing them with a thick, circular plank. Afterwards she started working on the goat's cage, which even with her mother's help in making it, took over half of the entire day.

The goat went inside the cage after it was constructed and then Thariel carried it into the shed where it waited while the Damphir began working on the remaining things she had to prepare.

With the aid of the Plasmononicon, she drew the magical circle for the bloodrite ritual using the chalk. Once that was done, she grinded said chalk into dust using her mortar and started mixing it with slime cores.

This new powder was then poured into the rune paint.

Thariel drew three more symbols using the enhanced paint, one for magical enhancement, another for magical absorption, and another for magical release.

The three symbols were drawn inside the first circle and were only distinguished by their more blueish coloration compared to the glistening chalk.

Thariel then proceeded to make the goat drink the abomination concoction and as it mutated, she drew two different symbols around its cage, first was the one meant to put it to sleep and the other was for erecting a shield around the cage in case the mutant escapes.

The changing process of the goat was very painful looking and Thariel had to take multiple breaks while drawing the symbols surrounding the animal's cage.

She finished the circles by the time the goat fully mutated.

The sun had also set during this time and it was now night. She was on schedule.

Thariel opened the cage and took the sleeping abomination from inside and carried it to the center of the magical circle.

Thariel gently laid it down and didn't for it to wake up, she opened her Plasmononicon and began uttering a chant that will attract the attention of the Goddess of the Moon.

Pressure began to build around her as she spoke of the sentences with each syllable adding more to the mounting weight.

When she finished the two paragraphs, Thariel's focus snapped back to the present and the first thing she felt was the presence of the Lunar Goddess staring at her.

Thariel gagged and realized she couldn't move.

She fought against the pressure and picked up the ritual knife from the table, once the blade was in her hands, she moved towards the now screaming goat.

Walking under the immense weight brought on by the sheer presence of a Goddess was like swimming while sick. Thariel's inside were violently tossed around with each of her step. She loss count of how many times she swallowed her bile.

She did it again when she reached the bleating goat-thing.

She locked gazes with the abomination she made.

Her only option now was to end its pain.

Thariel kneeled and gently placed her hand on the goat's forehead.

She looked up, daring to gaze at the spot where the Goddess resided before saying- sputtering- "I- I bestow- this-" Thariel spat blood, "I- I bestow upon thee, A- a sacrifice!"

She said that last part quickly to make sure she didn't stutter when saying the final part.

Thariel plunged the tip of the blade into the neck of the goat.

Blood spewed but it didn't flow- not downward at least.

As though the world was now under the effects of zero gravity, the blood coming from the goat's wound floated upwards instead of down.

Thariel eyed the crimson liquid with defiance, prepared for what was about to come.

As its body got drained of its life force, the goat began to broke down, its corpse rotted as though time for it sped up. It didn't take long for the goat to disappear, no trace of its existence was left behind.

The blood that flowed out of its body turned green then blue once the influence of the magical circle took center stage.

Before long, Thariel felt the power of the moon wash into the liquid.

Thariel felt relief upon seeing this, looks like she wouldn't be drinking pus or blood today.

The blue liquid soon began to gather in front of her. It piled into itself until it formed a smooth orb that then floated closer to her head.

The Damphir opened her mouth, hoping that most of the liquid would go through it instead of the other orifices.

She didn't know if her hopes were answered when the tendrils that broke out of the orb went inside her mouth, ears, nose, and eyes.

The only thing that Thariel knew was that the world had turned dark.