THE ALMEGA'S TWISTED OBSESSION
Blood welled from the cut, but not a single drop reached the ground.
Morvienne placed her other hand over the cut. Then, slowly, she began to pull it away. As her hand withdrew, the blood clung to her fingers instead of dripping. It stretched into a long crimson strand before thickening, hardening, and crystallizing as it flowed from the wound. Inch by inch, the forming blade followed her hand, as though she were unsheathing it from her own blood. By the time her arm was fully extended, she held a fully formed crimson sword, its translucent blade forged entirely from her blood.
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