Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire
He staggered—but did not fall.
“Still holding back,” he said, teeth clenched. “Always.”
He thrust his hand forward and shouted,
“Fate itself is split in twain.
Promises fall, stripped of chain.
No oath survives the final end.
Sigil of Severance—Rend.”
The spell tore through the air like a blade, shredding my gravity field. I barely had time to react.
“Stand, O line where chaos breaks.
Hold fast against all hostile wakes.
Let no harm pass this sacred girdle.