Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
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It was just there, an anchor.
“You can’t—” I started.
“You’ll be next,” he said, low. “Wait.”
The man reached the base of the dais.
His legs bent, jerky and puppetlike, forcing him to climb each step. He fought every inch of the way, grabbing at the railing, leaving bloody streaks where his nails tore skin.
The throne pulsed brighter.
My skin crawled.
In my head, a ghost‑scene played over this one—words tapping themselves onto a screen: *The House doesn’t always kill those who break its rules.* *Sometimes it feeds them to its heart.* *Sometimes the throne decides to claim its own seat filler…*