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The thick smoke engulfed me, and my breathing became labored. The inhaler in my hand was nearly empty. I took one last deep breath and closed my eyes in despair. A wave of bitterness washed over me. I should not have started this ill-fated relationship.

She knew: if completed, no return. Wind whipped her hair, blazing in moonlight. “The Age of Blood ends here,” she said softly, “and I’ll be the last to carry it in my heart.” As she crossed the crumbled gate to the Blood Sanctuary, a blood drop fell to stone — spreading like an opening petal. In the crimson glow, an ancient song rose — cursed souls’ hymn. Behind, Lucien raised his head to the fractured moon. A cold wind pierced him, carrying Evelyn’s whisper — distant, faint, but never gone:

| {I ripped the heart out of your sacrifice} {Unholy Communion body of Christ} {I ate the heart I ate the head I ate the miracle} {Like a praying mantis without the prayer} {With only prey} {I called you a hoax in a bottle} {when I vomited you out again} {A jinx, hex, haxan, vexation} {So why am I the one with phantom pain?} | The Ravens amass into one giant monster with a proboscis and begins drilling through. | {Tears of blood, tears of blood} {Will the sadness ever end?} {Tears of blood, tears of blood}

I’m crawling out with a trail of blood: their blood. They think I’ll crawl when I leave, but they’re wrong. I’ll drag myself out by the teeth, trailing their blood behind me. I’ll rise like a curse, wearing their blood like a crown. And maybe by then, my blood won’t just answer to me—it will devour for me. Let them keep carving. Every cut is a summoning.

The men stopped twitching and stared at my movements as if mesmerized. I started to circle around the pentagram counter-sunwise. Five steps. Five people. Five slashes. I slit their throats, and blood splashed on the ground, scarlet, salty, warm blood of the innocents. As the blood poured out, Ak-kvir licked his chops, and the smoke thickened, before finally rolling up in a black loop...and opening up. Inside the black cloud, red fires lit up, and I called him with a soft voice. “Argadon! Your blood calls upon you...”

Ashara’s black eyes met hers. “Of ruin. Of fire. Of the world that once was.” And far below, in the shadows of the valley, the Prophetess raised her hands and whispered: **“Let the ashes rise.”**

Were they afraid I might fall to my death, or were they hoping for it? I was certain it was the latter. I spread my arms wide and with my eyes turning red, I opened my mouth, allowing the winds to carry my words to them down below Let it rain, hail and brimstone, My dead bones has risen, I’ve returned, the unforgiven dead. By ash and bone, by blood and blight, I call the darkness to take its bite. Let sickness rot their flesh and breath, Let every dawn bring closer death. Let fever scorch their brittle veins,

River Matriarch—Thames water risen black, flooding streets in corrosive waves. They speak as one—voice grinding stone and drowning screams. **Trinity (choral, shattering eardrums):** “This land is ours. Old kings fed us blood. New blood tastes sweeter.” I step forward—crown blazing, blood boiling. **Celeste (roaring back):** “Not today. Not ever.” The battle erupts into pure chaos. Seras and Lucian nova the shadow one—sunrise-dragonfire fusion detonating blinding, shadow screaming as light burns it inside out.

A torn heart of hatred and yet loneliness throbbing out at me and tearing my own soul. “Keep going!” Leyanne barks, louder now, her chant rising, faster, sharper. “Ex sanguine nato, ex anima fracta, Vinculum tene, vinculum solve. Quod in tenebris ligatum est, ad lucem traho. Quod corruptum est, a carne evello. Non est tuum, non est meum - In nihilum redeat, in umbras cadat. Per sanguinem voco, per animam iubeo - -Exi ab ea. Exi nunc.

He sent the thought directly. A strange laugh echoed through his mind. "Since you ask with such urgency, I will offer you a small gift. Inject your own blood essence into the old man's body. Use Lord Ashdrake's blood as the catalyst, and you might barely preserve the last trace of his life." Ashton's eyes tightened instantly. Without the slightest hesitation, he focused his mind and condensed several drops of blood essence at his fingertips before guiding them through the Ninefold Arcane Technique and into Lawrence's body.