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The blade buried itself deeply, as blood began to flow, a vivid crimson that marred her skin and the pristine sheets beneath her. Her muffled screams, stifled by the gag, filled the room, a stark, haunting reminder of the violence unfolding. Her hands and feet, bound to the bed, struggled in vain. The sight was gruesome – the flow of blood, the stark contrast against her pale skin, a vivid portrayal of the grim act I had been coerced into committing.

Taking a deep breath, I smelt the shift in the air. Sighing with a small smirk, I glanced at all the cursed ones before my gaze settled back onto Mother. "I'm sorry to bring you all the bad news, but I'm afraid I can't let you have my blood." Reaching behind my shirt, I pulled out a small silver dagger with vine engravings on the handle. Holding the blade by my side, I stared at my mother. A few of the cursed ones growled in my direction as they noticed the knife at my side.

The swords, diggers, shields, and chains were in one corner, while different kinds of liquids I couldn't identify were on the other side; some were bubbling, some brought out smoke, and others were of different colors. The walls had creepy drawings and paintings on them. There was dry blood on the walls, dry and decaying skeletons, and bones scattered on the floor. In a bowl at the end of the room, there is a bowl of red liquid; it looks like blood. I don't need to ask, What is that blood? I am sure that he must have butchered someone, but what made it sadistic was the patience that it took him to extract that blood. I gagged at the scene in front of me.

With my shaking hands, i slowly lifted up to see blood in it. My own blood. Napahawak ako sa malamig na bagay na nakatarak sa aking tiyan. Dahan-dahan akong nagbaba ng tingin upang makita ito. It was a white dagger with a symbol of a black sun. The midnight sun. I suddenly felt a sting of pain coming from my wound. Bigla akong nanghina at napaluhod sa sahig habang hawak parin ang aking tiyan.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

I pushed myself up from the mud, coughing out dark blood as I stood on shaking legs. Hayes scrambled up from the ground, his face covered in dark mud and fresh blood. His nose was broken, his upper lip was split wide open, and his broad chest was heaving up and down in desperate, ragged gasps. He reached down into the grass, grabbing the handle of his heavy broadsword once again. He rushed forward, bringing the silver blade up in a fierce upward cut. I raised my black knife to block, but the heavy steel blade hit my knife with so much force that the black metal snapped clean in half.

It is when Narsia takes a sword from her hip and cuts him clean in half at his waist is when he is truly stopped. I watch in horror as he falls to the ground in two pieces, his blood pooling out. All this death.. I can't handle it. I have never seen death like this in person. I never wanted to. This is horrible and traumatizing. I feel tears well in my eyes as I look at the ground. Just as before, it is littered with bodies, except for there are way more now.

The blood knives splattered against the barrier, sizzling like acid as they melted away, but the relentless assault began to wear it down. The protective barrier shattered with a deafening crack, and the blood knives slammed into Nina’s arm. She gasped as the acidic blood splattered, searing her skin with a sizzle. Her clothes disintegrated in patches where the blood touched, revealing raw, bubbling flesh beneath. Nina clutched her arm, her teeth gritted against a scream. But the pain was excruciating, like fire and acid tearing through her veins. Her breathing grew labored, her vision swimming as the greenish rot began to spread.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

The usual caramel color of Hunji’s skin turns a shade whiter than a ghost as all the blood drains from him. Aodh rips his sword from Hunji’s side, laughing as he stumbles back, his hands gripping the gaping wound as blood pours down him mixing with the mud and rain that washes over his body. Injured, Hunji backs off. Knowing he had been debilitated. The sight of his blood shakes me to the core. I had never seen Hunji bleed. It was unsettling especially as I didn’t know whether his wolf could heal a wound as big as that.