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Chelsey was so exhausted for the past few days as she never left in Carina's wake. Her father, Rouge, was still under comatose in an ICU. She was thinking of visiting her brother, Carter, after the burial of her mother.She just wanted to cherish the last few hours with her mother's side. She Carina seemed to looked asleep while lying her lifeless body inside the coffin. Chelsey wanted to touch her mother's beautiful face but she couldn't anymore. She only caressed the glass in front of her mother's face.

Then it’s time I set the record straight. Lisa, they’ll never talk shit about us again. You deserve respect. “What are you doing?” Lorraine asked, confused, as I started pulling off my shirt. “The only guy here is out cold. I think it’s time to set a few things straight.” I walked over to Annie and handed her my clothes. “I’m Eliza Singer, daughter of Robert Singer, descendant of the Arches Clan’s beta bloodline. And just for the record—it wasn’t William who killed that insane vampire. That was me.”

“It means the spirit’s true target is not you—or Lucas.” Jake frowned. “Then who?” Drake lifted his eyes. “Your sisters.” The room fell silent. Lucas stepped in front of me instinctively. “Explain.” Drake pointed at the second line. “The curse cannot be shattered until the bloodline returns to its place. Meaning the surviving bloodline must be present at the moment of the curse’s final strike.” “And if they’re not?” I asked. “Then it looks for another host,” Drake said. “It chooses the strongest match. The one whose blood and spirit align.”

The figure raises a hand, and every rogue stops. Then he speaks, his voice like splintered stone. “Give me the bloodline’s Luna.” My father steps in front of me. “Over my dead body.” “That can be arranged,” the figure says. Calm. Cold. “What do you want?” I shout. “You. The child of prophecy. The last seal.” I flinch. “I’m not anyone’s seal.” “You wear your mother’s blood,” he says. “But not her burden.” “What do you know about my mother?” I demand.

She *recognized* the intent before it formed. Not attack. Offering. A thin line opened across Kali’s palm. Gold did not spill from it. Something darker. Something deeper. Not divine ichor. Not vampire blood. Something *older than both.* “Take it,” Kali said. The words were not a suggestion. Celeste’s HUD flickered violently. > **UNKNOWN BLOODLINE DETECTED** > **CLASSIFICATION: ???** > **COMPATIBILITY: CONDITIONAL** > **WARNING: IRREVERSIBLE INTEGRATION POSSIBLE**

She pulled back quickly, and I pretended not to notice the faint color rising in her cheeks. "So," she said, voice carefully neutral. "These bloodline markers. How do we identify who might still carry them?" I forced my attention back to the research, ignoring the lingering warmth where her skin had touched mine. "Cross-reference genealogical records with documented ability manifestations. It'll take time, but we can build a probability matrix for potential targets." "I can access Ironclaw records. My father won't question it if I claim I'm researching our heritage." "And I have full access to Silvercrest archives. Plus, I might be able to get Nightbreeze information through..." I trailed of

A faint golden static flickered between their skin, warm like sunlight breaking through frost. “I’ll warm it,” he said softly. “So you don’t have to be cold anymore.” Phoenix’s chest seized. She buried her face in his hair, hiding the tremor in her lips. Midnight bled into the East Wing. The analysis finished loading. Target Locked: Deep Abyss Ruins – Central Caldera. Warning: Prime blood required for access. Foreign touch triggers eruption. Footsteps. Rain. Burnt pine. Kael stopped at the three-meter line, hollowed out by guilt.

“What?” “Your father was not your only parent with cursed blood. I carry it too. A different strain. Older. More dangerous.” She pulled down her sleeve. The symbols covered her entire arm. Her shoulder. Disappeared beneath her clothes. “When you were born, when I realised you inherited both bloodlines, I knew you were special. Knew you could be the key to everything. Or the end of everything.” “So you faked your death?” “I went into hiding. Researched. Searched for a way to break the cycle. To free the cursed bloodlines without requiring sacrifice.” She looked at me. “I failed. There is no way. The seal requires nine willing deaths. Including mine. Including yours.”

Anuradha would die, Avanti fell to her knees and began to cry. Mr. Ajay asked his son to find the blood type from other sources. Abhishek nods, he turns around leaving when I call him back."Abhishek, hold on please,?" I said. He took a stop and turned back to face me. "Yes! What is it?" He replied. I backed up a little from everyone and came to the doctor. "Sir, can you please take my blood, I match," I said to him.

Alex asked. “No way? Do Nascent Souls grow on trees?” Luna asked. “If a disciple could achieve Nascent Soul, what about his master? I have another solution. If we can’t go rough, we’ll use a soft approach… We’ll steal it! Dragon Blood Vines are buried under the ground. Nobody will notice if we stole one.” “Hmm. How do we steal it?” After that, the two of them discussed in detail. Their discussion ended in relative silence. The next day, they proceeded with the plan they had come up with, figuring out the defensive patterns around Hygieia Valley. They’d then wait until it was nighttime to act.