Chapter 10

Under the night curtain, the camp tent was silent. The scent of burning herbs mixed with moonlight, the air so gentle it almost made one forget war. I leaned against a wooden table, silver hair falling over my shoulders, fingertips idly toying with a silver coin. Elias sat across from me, holding that ancient book carved with spells. His voice was soft and low, like wind whispering. "Blood's power fluctuates with emotion," he said, reaching across my palm. "Stay calm, and it will obey." His...