He turned. Prince Vald stood with his cloak torn, one arm wrapped in blood-soaked linen. His eyes still flickered gold at the edges — the demon’s remnants watching from inside.
“I’m always bleeding.”
“You’re bleeding again,” Haldyn said. crimson spell volume 8
Haldyn’s throat tightened. “Then we find another way.” He turned
The mirror pulsed.
“Don’t touch anything,” came the low warning behind him. crimson spell volume 8