The weight of the decision pressed heavily on Asha's chest as she stood before the tank, staring at the distorted reflection of herself suspended in the glowing liquid. The figure inside seemed almost lifelike, yet the twisted form of her own image was a cruel reminder of the dark magic that had been used to manipulate her bloodline. The Soulbone Imprint was both a gift and a curse—one that had bound her to the very powers she sought to destroy.
Asha's pulse quickened. The air in the chamber was thick with power, the same energy that had corrupted her people and turned them into weapons. The Blood Pact Beasts—every creature twisted into a tool of destruction—had been born from this perverse magic. And now, standing before her, was the truth of it all.
She had always known that the Soulbo
