"Blood remembers. Even when you forget."
π Setting: The Lost City of Velshara
The Tower shifted again β this time, violently.
When Jemil and his wives awoke, the world had changed.
They stood beneath a blood-red sky, surrounded by towering obsidian spires and empty roads. The air shimmered with ancient magic, and in the distance, chanting echoed through the dead city.
A cracked sigil glowed beneath their feet β the mark of the Crimson Pact.
"This place⦠it's cursed," Kaelara whispered.
"No," Elavira corrected, eyes glowing faintly. "It's forgotten."
π©Έ The Blood-Tied Wife
As they explored the ruins, something moved in the shadows β fast, but graceful. Every step echoed like a whisper in their bones.
Suddenly, a figure appeared.
She wore crimson robes stained darker with dried blood. Her black hair fell in waves, and her golden eyes burned with recognition the moment they landed on Jemil.
"You came back," she said, almost too softly.
Jemil froze.
"Arishkaβ¦"
