Academy Of Cursed Hearts
In the library, I buried myself in texts about soul-bonds, searching for a way to stop this.
But there was no cure.
Love wasn’t a flaw in the bond.
It was the key.
And I was turning it.
That night, the Hollow came to me to warn me.
It bowed, trembling, and showed me a vision:
Morwen in the catacombs again, but not alone.
Veyra beside her, hands bleeding.
A new sigil,black, rough, burning with red light.
And at its center… a vial of my blood, stolen from the infirmary.
Bab Populer