Matthew's POVThe fire burned slower than I liked. It was supposed to consume faster. The parchment curled at the edges, the wax seals splitting, but the ritual was steady, deliberate, and precise. “Patience, Matthew” I murmured to myself. Power required patience.From the corner of the room, I could see the shadows twisting against the walls, as if they were alive, eager for blood, for destruction. My hands hovered over the obsidian chalice, tracing the faint runes etched into its surface. One drop of the right blood, one crack of energy… and the balance would shift.“You’re thinking too fast,” a voice hissed behind me.I didn’t turn. I knew it was Azrael, my second, sharp as a knife, always watching. “I am never too fast,” I said, voice low and calm,“Time is what is slow. The world moves, but it doesn’t act. I act.”Azrael’s eyes narrowed. “Her blood isn’t yet in your grasp. And you risk alerting others. Witches are like storms, they scream before they strike”I smiled, tight and s
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