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Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

The blood had spilled and glistened dark on the boards, a grotesque reminder, and I found myself staring at it until the copper scent stung my nose. My hands moved before I had even decided, fetching cloth and water from the basin, kneeling in the mess because what else could I do until Theron returned? I scrubbed at the stains, furious and trembling, as if I could erase the memory by erasing the marks. Each smear only spread darker, but I kept at it, my breath shaking, my vision blurring with hot tears I refused to let fall. It wasn’t defiance, it wasn’t duty—it was survival.

The figure lunged. Instinct kicked in. Evelyn’s hands flared with crimson light, her bloodline power igniting. The figure screamed, dissipating into smoke. Her breath hitched. She had done it. But the Labyrinth was merciless. Another shadow appeared, and then another, each feeding on her fear, forcing her to harness her power with precision. She realized quickly that brute strength alone wouldn’t work; she had to understand the rhythm of her bloodline, the flow of energy that Lucien had hinted at, and the grounding presence of Elias.

☉NAIDA Bloodied, warped green eyes. A dripping knife. Flashes and screams. Blood everywhere. All of the floor, pools of it, in my hands. Images and echoes of the mutilation drowned my senses. Most of that dark, sticky blood dripped down my hands. All over my hands. She put a knife to his heart! Execute her!

I rushed to the first one, twisting the knob and pushing it open. It wasn't a way out but a storage room. The shelves were lined with boxes, dusty sacks, and piles of old bottles. I slammed the door shut and ran to the next. My chest tightened when I stepped inside. This room was different. The walls were lined with knives, blades, and small, short guns. A single chair sat in the middle, stained with blood. Both fresh and darkened blood. My stomach lurched. It was a torture room. I backed out quickly, my palms slick with sweat.

She stood there alone, her long white hair fluttering in the cold, dry night breeze. She was not an old woman, her face was as clear as moonlight and skin as smooth as jade ... body so petite with a slender waist and delicate fingers. There was nothing strange about this woman until one took a closer look and noticed the blood dripping from her chin, staining her bare neck and chest. The girl's front was covered in bloodstains which didn't seem to be hers. It was too much blood for her to still be alive and stand steadily if it was her that was injured.

"But first, you need to leave. I don’t want to do that in your presence. I need to take you back to the hospital." "Do it." She said. "Please." "Are you sure?" He asked, and she nodded. Flicking his gaze at the coffin, he went on his knees and opened it. The baby’s skin was pale, and he knew that if he didn’t feed her then, she was going to die. He quickly cut himself with the knife in his hand and trickled his blood over the baby’s mouth. As she drank the blood, he watched as her skin slowly brightened and her eyes changed to Red.

I wiped the crimson spilled over my shoulders and left of my face with a white cloth I have prepared earlier just for this purpose. My stiff hands were gritting with force as I remove the splatter of blood from my face all while staring at the horror before my eyes, sitting comfortably on a red couch remembering if I ever did my work this messy before. Bodies atop of one another and their blood spilled like hot milk on the slight sheen of the floor. The air is thick with the stench of blood as though you licked the rust off of the metal.

They needed my blood, and the blood of another creature- I stilled. The blood from my hands. When I had smashed the mirror to trick Cassar my hands were bleeding. A lot. Enough to form a blood tie. In my exhausted and distracted state, I had not even thought to get rid of the bloody glass. To get rid of my DNA for others to use against me.

This… This was the fully mastered Five Blazing Dragons technique…! “Take a good, long look at what the fully mastered Five Blazing Dragons technique looks like, Henrick!”