Soulbound
Avery complied, careful, muscles trembling.
“Watch,” he said, and waved a hand over the surface of the fountain’s water. The reflection rippled unnaturally, and she could see faint shapes moving beneath: dark tendrils, shifting, curling, almost like roots. “Patterns,” Kael explained. “The corrupted soul isn’t random. It learns, it probes, it manipulates. Every manifestation leaves traces, and those traces tell us where it’s been, what it’s targeting, and… sometimes, hints at its origin.”
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