Claiming her Reign
A chorus of chanting, low and insidious, rose from unseen figures below.
“They are sacrificing you,” Xiuan whispered, her voice laced with the blackest despair. “Draining the Queen’s power to fuel… someone else.”
The shadow beast tilted its massive head, its impossible, glowing red eyes fixed on my face. The power poured out of me, golden light mixing with my blood as it dripped onto the inverted altar.
Then, a beautiful, chilling voice echoed, triumphant and full of dark promise.
“All this power, all this Holy Blood, shall be given to the one who deserves to stand where Xi’an failed.”
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