Chapter 132 Heat Of The Bloodline

• Katie's POV
• The battlefield was a wreck—blood-slick ground, splintered stone, smoke curling from half-burnt banners. My pulse still hadn’t slowed from Draven’s last taunt, but the air was finally—mercifully—free of his presence. Vladimyr’s shadowed aura was pulling back, the glyphs across his skin dimming, though his grip on my arm hadn’t loosened.
• We were still standing in that tense quiet when a shimmer tore the air in front of us—light bending, distorting, before snapping back into place.