Meet my Overprotective Brothers
“A drop of blood that is clean. A heart that has never tasted the Shadow. If none among the Thorne line are pure, then the door remains sealed.”
Silas stepped forward, then stopped. His blood was silver, touched by the Seer-curse. Ryker’s was indigo, stained by the Smoke-Wolf. Elara’s was a chaotic storm of violet. Even the King was "inverted" by the Southern experiments.
Finn stepped forward, his hand trembling as he reached for his knife. “I’m clean,” he whispered. “I haven't used the Void. Take mine.”
“No!” Ryker and Silas shouted in unison, both brothers stepping in front of Finn to shield him from the Guardian’s gaze.