My Blood Wizard System
Lucian Dragomir just looked at me and the Blazing Wukong in my soul did a full kowtow.
I am seventeen, 100 % Japanese 100 % walking solar flare, and I have never once been rendered mute.
Until now.
He’s sitting there, eating fries like a normal senior, except every time he blinks the overhead lights flicker and the air smells like Carpathian pine and lightning.
I march over before my friends can stage an intervention.
Seras (voice only shaking a little):
“Lucian Dragomir, right?
Seras Himuari Nakamura.
You just put Remy on his ass like it was choreography, and I think my heart just filed for citizenship in your general vicinity.”