Elden Ring Maidens Blood Location นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“How do I destroy the magic guarding the southern packs?” The seer stood motionless for a beat, then lifted a trembling hand and pointed toward me. “You already know the answer. But you’ve buried it.” I frowned. “Speak clearly.” He inhaled slowly. “The blood needed… is the Blood of Elarion. Pure. Ancient. Sacrosanct. The only blood that can break the Fullbinding.” “Where do I find it?” His answer came like the chime of a death bell. “It flows in Georgia.”

“Soul tether: complete on third union. Bond fracture imminent. Full moon = point of severance. She must break. He must fall. The jewel awakens.” Third union. The words bled into me like a cold knife. My stomach dropped. Three times. He was going to use Aegon through the mate bond to kilill Ingrid. And the locket. Ingrid’s locket which was hiddden under the altar, coated faintly in the same red-tinged dust used in blood rituals. I ran my thumb over it. It still held her scent. The smell of rosemary, lavender, and rain. But underneath it all was something else fear. As if it had been ripped from her while she fought back.

"But if you're done blaming me for your parenting failures, I'd like to share what I found." "Talk," I mouthed instead. Lila pulled out a piece of cloth from her pocket. Unfolded it. It was covered in charcoal markings that looked like a rough map. "The necklace showed two locations. One is Black Moon's main hideout. The other..." She pointed to a mark on the cloth. "Is an abandoned silver mine. About fifteen miles northeast of here." "Silver mine?" Killian moved closer to look. "That's Silver Claw territory. Or it was, before the massacre."

"But it might mean she can still be reached, if someone gets to her before Thane finishes using her completely." Maris appeared then, breathless from her own hurried search through the pack's older records, a fresh urgency written plainly across her tired features, loose papers still clutched in one hand. "I found something," she said. "A passage in my mother's journal, describing where Vane blood was once meant to gather in times of great danger. A hidden grove, southeast of here, protected by wards only our bloodline can pass through safely." "You think Thane is heading there," I asked.

asked a voice to the man. The sentence was greeted by another nod. “A possessor of holy blood has been born, Mrs. Bunga,” replied Magma. The room fell silent. “What?” whispered another voice, a little late. “What do you mean—?” “You heard what I said, Maro,” interrupted Mr. Magma calmly. “Are you sure?” Maro asked again. “Certainly. Our tracking witch, Miss Lindya, has found her. Miss Lindya's natural tracking sensor got some kind of signal. Is that right, miss?” Magma added to the woman to her left.

Ethan leaned in the doorway, one hand on his gun, scanning the street like Kris might kick the door down any second, this is why I love Ethan , he was brother I never had. “You were out long enough for us to talk,” Elara said quietly. “The full relic isn’t here. It’s in the Archive—the one under the old Synod vaults, I did some digging and I got to find out it is highly secured , blood-locked, guards that haven’t blinked since the last century. That’s where the rest of it is. The piece that can actually stabilize you, and probably keep you alive.

“And I know how to use my family’s blood.” She pricked her own finger until it bled and let the blood fall onto the pendant. The pendant glowed brighter, and a wave of golden energy, similar to the ley line but softer, more maternal, swept through the room. The Mist Guardians shrieked and evaporated. Ari looked to be in pain, clutching his head. “No... Aethelford female blood... it was supposed to be extinct...” “Never,” Siron’s mother answered proudly. “We have always been here, in the female line.”

She didn’t speak, only set the bowl on Jalen’s chest and drew a line of blood across his palm, letting it drip into the water. Jalen hissed, jaw clenching. The man spoke again, voice low and calm, the kind that made dread worse. “Locator spells need anchors. Your blood will do. The mirror left its mark in you, and now it will call back to itself. While your precious Evandra screams in her cell, you’ll lead us right to the thing we need.” He turned his head, watching the witch stir the blood-water with her finger. The surface rippled, black veins spidering across it.

She barely touched the silver bowl of moon-water before her eyes rolled back and she collapsed, convulsing on the stone floor. The hall erupted in chaos, the elders shouted accusations, while the guards moved nervously. Elara went white, her hand tightening on mine under the table. I felt the triplets' energy flare protectively around her, a silver light flickered at her fingertips before she suppressed it. Mother stood abruptly. "There's a way to seal it." Her voice cut through the chaos like a blade. She produced a small box from her robes, opening it to reveal a jagged black stone etched with Ardent runes. "This is the Voidheart, it was hidden by my grandmother. It can bind the entity—but

"Through the old bloodlines. The ones that were used to create the original seal. The darkness is calling to them. It is trying to break free." Kai stood, his mind racing. "The old bloodlines. The ones that bound the seal centuries ago. They are still out there. Somewhere." Darius nodded slowly. "We need to find them. We need to strengthen the seal before the darkness breaks through." Kai reached out and took Elias's hand. "Where are they? Do you know?" Elias closed his eyes, concentrating. "I can feel them. They are scattered across the land. But there is one. A woman. She lives in the northern mountains. She is the last of her line. She holds the key."