Chapter 42 Blood Of The First Flame
- The scrolls were older than any written record Ivy had seen before. Their parchment felt like dried skin, etched with symbols that shimmered faintly under moonlight. Some ink glowed blue when touched. Others pulsed red, as if responding to the blood in her veins.
- She hadn’t slept.
- Kael hovered at the tent’s flap, a mug of tea in hand and worry in his eyes.