My Blood Wizard System
Remy pulls me close—arms shaking, scent grounding, heartbeat thundering against my back.
**Remy (voice rough, breath hot on my neck):**
“We did it.”
**Celeste (voice shaking, tears freezing on my cheeks, throat raw):**
“For now.”
The sky clears—stars steady, sun warm again, wind gentle.
But we all know.
This was the scout wave.
The real swarm is coming.
Hunger eternal.
The storm queen looks at her Court—faces grim, but unbroken, sweat and dust streaked, breaths syncing, HUDs flashing shared victories.