Rosemary
I knew what I had to do now, the realization settling over me with a clarity that felt like destiny pulling at my very core. Every step, every spell, every ounce of pain and struggle - it had led me to this moment. There was no turning back.
I retrieved the small vial from my pocket, its contents glinting faintly in the dim light. Amber’s blood. I tipped the vial, letting the crimson liquid spill onto my palm. It was warm against my skin, almost alive, pulsing faintly with the residual magic woven through Amber’s veins. For a brief moment, I hesitated. What I was about to do wasn’t just a spell, it was an invocation of blood ties, of magic older and darker than anything I had attempted before. But hesitation was a luxury I couldn’t afford. Not now.
I shed my clothes, then close
