Chapter 31 Crimson Heir

• The scent of damp stone and dust filled the morning air in the ruins. Evana was standing in an open, spacious hall beneath the cliffs, with faded crimson sigils on the cracked tiles. Orion walked gently around her, his speech low and exact, his eyes keen.
• He declared, "Blood magic is not a tool." It is a component of who you are. It will turn against you if you resist it.
• Evana clenched her fists and murmured, "I'm not fighting it." "I simply don't know how to use it without disestablishing myself."