Beatrice and the Lord
making no room for any old religion to be alive.
Biting her lips, Beatrice dropped the book on the table.
Taking a seat on the bed, she picked the book to find out why it had tore her palm open only to produce red smoke that vaporized into the sky.
She flipped many pages, looking for a clue... something that would get her what she needed till she came across something that could lead to what she was searching for.
Reading loudly, her brows quirked up.
"When a sword chooses a new master, it slashes open the palm, bringing out the blood bond to vaporize into the sky?"
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