Pact of Blood
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The other eleven figures in the sky began to descend, encircling the plaza. Each of them brought with them a sense of overwhelming, crushing power. Laura looked at her hands, the violet sigils now glowing with a brilliant, steady intensity.
The fear was still there, but beneath it, something else was stirring—something cold, vast, and ancient. She realized then that the war against Catherine had been a mere skirmish.
The real struggle hadn't even begun, and for the first time in her life, she wasn't sure if the person standing next to her—the only ally she had left—would choose to stand with her or against her when the next sunrise came.