Chapter 25 Bloodline and Betrayals

The air in the sacred chamber was thick with incense and anticipation. Amelia stood still as the High Seer pricked her finger and let the blood drip onto the obsidian altar. The moment her crimson drop met the stone, the symbols carved into it flared to life, glowing with an eerie fusion of crimson and pale blue.

The council gasped.

"Fire... an

            
            

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