Blood and Rain
The new general of the blood-born, still clutching the limp, paralyzed body of Malakai, let out one final, frustrated howl of defeat before the violet tide swallowed him whole, dragging them both back down into the dark abyss, completely sealing the gateway behind them.
Back in the lowest vaults, the brilliant purplish-blue light slowly receded, contracting back into the black stone anchor before fading into a gentle, permanent violet hum. The cut on Rebecca’s hand had completely healed, leaving behind nothing but a faint, smooth silvery line that mirrored the scars on Lucian’s own hands.
The cavern was completely silent, the air warm, clean, and smelling of sweet highland rain.
Maeve slowly
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