Chapter 153: Temptation Upon the Altar

Cassandra's POV

Drip.

I drew the blade across my left wrist, and blood welled up like viscous rubies. Dipping my fingertips into the crimson pool, I knelt on the frigid obsidian floor of the altar and traced the final stroke of the ritual array.

A crimson glow ignited soundlessly, forming an in...

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