Novel & Cerita Lightning Blade Hand Sign

Recently dropped. The blade itself bore a small, familiar sigil near the base, etched, so finely you could have missed it if you didn’t know where to look. A stylized fang. Nightfang’s mark. Rin’s hand went cold around the hilt. “Kael,” she said quietly. He turned. His gaze dropped to the knife, then snapped back up to hers. The line of his shoulders went rigid. “Is that—” Talia began, peering over Rin’s other shoulder. “Ah. Shit.”