The Rejected Luna’s Secret Crown
"To the Void, that smoke is like inhaling crushed glass. The dormant magic will panic. It will violently reject the irritant. For just a few seconds, the parasite will surface. The host's eyes will turn pitch black, and the necrotic veins will bulge against their skin."
I looked at Ashren. A plan was already forming in my mind.
"We need to harvest the Blood-Lotus immediately," I said, standing up from the table. "And we need a lot of it."
"The royal greenhouse," Ashren said, turning toward the exit. "My father kept a private crop near the lower hot springs for medicinal use. I know exactly where it is."
We thanked the archivist and sprinted back up the spiraling stone stairs.
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