Chapter 826 Awakened Blood

• After the plunge into the sea and the wounds it dealt, that power had accelerated even further, knitting ordinary injuries almost before they formed. She could feel sleeping capacities stirring, one veil after another lifting, though instinct told her there was more—much more—waiting beyond the last curtain.
• "Witnessing the self-sealing wound, Moira quivered from head to toe, a hush of manic delight escaping her cracked lips. "I knew it—his blood runs in you!" she cried, voice reverent and rabid all at once.
• Her stare burned like a hungry torch, as though she might devour Annabeth in one voracious gulp.