Elden Ring Maidens Blood Location นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The mountain air was thin, colder than usual, as Bain, Seraphina, Vulture, Petrov, Sokolov, Malthea, Elias, Cassian, Cassie, and baby Aragorn gathered inside the war chamber. The Star Map hovered mid-air, its constellations slowly shifting. Seraphina traced a red constellation with her finger. “The Blood Relic lies in the catacombs beneath Prague. It was once hidden by the Thorned Circle of the Old World — before any of us. The Hollow King will seek it too. We have no time.”

She felt an odd energy from the box. As soon as Liora lifted the lid, a pungent smell of blood filled the stage. Inside was an ice sculpture of a Phoenix, with an antique necklace frozen in its center. The necklace had belonged to her mother, Sofia White. But what was horrifying was that it was soaked in thick red liquid that looked like human blood. Beneath the ice sculpture lay a greeting card written in gold ink: "Congratulations on your official marriage, Mavric.” But remember, the throne you have given her is built on your father’s secret ashes.

“Because there’s a way to bind the Shard to your will—truly. Not through pain. Not through force. But through bloodline memory. Through me.” I narrowed my eyes. “How?” “There’s a ritual,” she said. “Hidden in the ruins beneath the old citadel. You’ll need to go there. Alone. Before Dorian takes you again.” “But he’s watching everything. I can’t even breathe without him knowing.” “I’ve arranged for one of the guards to be distracted during the next shift change.” She stepped closer. “You’ll have ten minutes. No more. There’s a tunnel behind this wall. Follow it east until you reach the broken staircase. It will lead you to the ruin.”

The instructions for the Bond Trial were written in a script so old that half the symbols had required interpretation. But now we understood enough. Enough to try. “The ceremony must take place where the ley lines converge,” Pamela read again, her finger tracing the faded ink. Linus glanced at the map beside the parchment. “That’s the Silver Pack lands,” he said. “Always has been.” I nodded. The heart of the Highlands. The place where Aella’s power had always felt strongest. But that wasn’t the problem. The next line was. Pamela continued reading. “The seeker must carry an anchor of blood belonging to the one they search for.”

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I traced the intricate runes with my fingertips, committing them to memory. With the spell firmly fixed in my mind, I reached for a map, spreading it out on the table before me. I got a pin and stabbed a finger. Drawing a pinprick of blood from my finger was child's play at this point. I let it drip onto the map, watching as it pooled and swirled in a mesmerizing dance. "Find Collins Galdina," I murmured, my voice a low chant. And then, as if guided by unseen hands, the blood stain began to move, tracing a path across the map until it came to rest on a particular location-the Ravenwood forest in Ravenford.

She had striking cheekbones and a voice that was like broken marble, rough-edged but beautiful. " Pleasure," I replied without pause. She held my gaze for a beat longer, then nodded and looked away. "Ilyra," the next maiden said, barely above a whisper. Her eyes flicked up and then dropped. "From the Sapphire Coast." Her scent told me she was part djinn, a rare bloodline, elusive. Interesting. "Elenwyn," she said crisply. Werewolf. Highblooded, judging by the way she held herself. I inclined my head. "Welcome, Elenwyn."

The flames spiked high as she said, “Hecate, Selene, I call unto thee. Help us trace this destiny. Show us where his essence resides, where a part of his soul now survives. Lead us to what we seek. As I will, so mote it be.” Air moved through the room, ruffling my hair as the flames pulsed once, unaffected by the burst of wind. The drops of blood on the paper flowed over city lines and landmarks, mountain ranges and lakes, to settle in a remote section of the forest about two hundred miles from Silver Moon. Every eye in the room watched it travel along the paper. When it was clear it would not move any further, it felt like the room itself exhaled one large breath. Elaine sat back. “There. T

I shout the moment I reach the top of the temple. The sight that greets me freezes my blood. Lydia lies in the middle of a pool of crimson, her body still and pale. Blood spills from her chest, sliding down the temple steps like a dark river. “Lydia!” I call again, falling to my knees beside her. Her skin is cold, her lips turned purple. Her golden hair is tangled and stained with blood, her once-white shirt soaked and torn. A deep wound cuts across her chest, and beside her lies the silver dagger—the Dagger of Awakening. The same weapon she thought would summon the goddess’s power.

Being two years older than me at sixteen, she’s had two years to weed out any facility who didn’t learn to look the other way. Struggling back to my feet, the weight from carrying all of her and her three friend’s bags making it more difficult, I worked to steady by breathing again. All I did was answer her question about why it was so difficult to get a hold of her favorite color of nail polish. Her perfectly manicured nails, freshly touched up just this morning before school started, was the reason I knew she wouldn’t be the one to personally hit me. “I was just explaining, ma’am,” I said in my smallest voice. “That we’ve been at war with the Bloodmoon Vampires and the rebel Werewolf Packs

“Then she will protect you, fiercely, absolutely. But never gently.” With that, Melinda produced a silver blade, its edge catching candlelight like a slice of moon. She knelt before Chloe. “Your blood is the key. Offer it freely, or the bond will reject you.” Chloe extended her hand. The blade kissed her palm, sharp but quick, and a thin line of blood welled up. Melinda caught the drops in a black ceramic bowl filled with herbs, ash, and dark liquid that smelled of iron. She stirred it with the blade, chanting in a tongue Chloe didn’t recognize, guttural and old, each syllable vibrating through the air like a storm building.