Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets
He bit into his own wrist, spraying a fine mist of ancient, Aether-rich blood across the snare’s perimeter.
He then began to hum a low, subsonic frequency he had learned during his centuries as a Veil consultant. The snare, confused by the sudden appearance of a "Cold-Life" signature, shifted its focal point from Lucien and Selene toward the blood-mist.
"Now!" Virex hissed, the effort of maintaining the diversion causing his skin to crack. "Move, you pups, before the void realizes I'm already dead!"
The moment the pressure eased, Lucien and Selene were catapulted out of the trap by the sheer kinetic rebound. They rolled onto the stone floor, gasping for air as the temporal snare collapsed be
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