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8 - Crimson Spell Volume
And the spell screamed.
The mirror pulsed.
“Don’t touch anything,” came the low warning behind him. crimson spell volume 8
They descended into the chapel where the spell began. The crimson sigils on the walls had changed — twisting into shapes that breathed. In the center, a mirror waited. Not glass. Ice made of frozen blood. And the spell screamed
Haldyn’s throat tightened. “Then we find another way.” but to swear.
“I’m always bleeding.”
He drew his sword not to strike, but to swear.