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Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

These rogues had become pure fighting machines. Gray and Orathe activated the Dyess family's inherited Gift - Blood Hell. They could control the blood of all enemies in an instant. Gray enjoyed making enemies' blood vessels burst, causing their demise, while Orathe turned the enemies' blood into countless tiny blood arrows, piercing them from the inside out.

Rosie asked why he didn’t want to learn the offensive magic and Cam told her, “Like you said, there has to be a balance. I’m Immortal or living dead, as I’ve heard a few people call me, so learning the offensive magic would create an imbalance. However, learning defensive and healing magic would help the rest of them, along with me not becoming the test dummy when we get back home.” “You make a fair point. I have a feeling the ladies would definitely use your ability to create a shield around yourself as a test dummy.” Rosie said while chuckling. The next week was more of the same, I was with Elder Drake and learned 3 Blood Magic spells, though I didn’t get to fully practice all of them, as

he finished as he rose. The room, surrounded by his fifteen elite, he froze midway through his rise, transfixed by the sight of the assassin before him. Everything that happened next happened at once, and yet he watched it as if it were intended for him to see. In the man’s grip came a burst of flame, and from the space around his hand a blackness spilled from somewhere within the light like a pool of blood from an unattended injury, smoke rising as it came to life, drawn from a place Maekil could only surmise to be an abomination. And when it was over, like the tale of the Shadow Child, in his grip rested two short swords like the falchions of great archers who bore the battlefront in the a