My Blood Wizard System
Remy squeezes my knee once.
I squeeze back.
The card dissolves into ruby light that crawls across the table and slots itself into the center like the final piece of a puzzle.
All nine final cards are played.
The table flares (white-gold, coyote-gold, dragon-copper, blood-ruby, living flame).
The Veil appears above us (torn, bleeding, fraying).
And then it holds.
Not patched.
Not torn down.
Healed.
The cracks seal with threads of every color we just bled onto the table (love, rage, grief, joy, choice).