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Tombs and truth

Penulis: C.s miracle
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-28 18:16:53

Somewhere in the Carpathians, beneath a ruined fortress older than any known kingdom, Valeria stood barefoot in a circle carved from charred bone.

The cult’s inner ring had assembled. Hooded, humming, some levitating, others whispering directly into the soil. A sacrificial flame burned violet at the center — fed not by wood, but by pages of forgotten scripture and strands of human hair.

Valeria was no longer entirely human. Her limbs moved like mist. Her face, when glimpsed in mirrors, did not always reflect correctly. The void inside her pulsed with purpose.

“Phase two begins now,” she rasped.

A map was unfurled, made of tanned human skin, veins still faintly visible. Marked on it were dozens of Blood Anchors — ancestral sites tied to ancient power lines and old protection spells, most long forgotten. Each site had spiritual weight, often rooted in forgotten villages or buried beneath schools, orphanages, or old family manors.

She pointed to three locations.

“Destroy the wells. Spill
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