"The moment the beast dies, place the jade directly onto its corpse. The runes will draw the fleeing spirit in and trap it."
She pressed the precious stones into his hand, her grip firm. "Then, just bring it back to the tribe. Once you are safe behind our walls, the entire Council will stand with you and help you subdue it."
"Understood," Sol said, nodding thankfully. He took the Blood-Jades, examining them carefully.
To his Crimson-Sight, they were pristine. They didn't have the oily, black void of the poisoned stones, they were beautifully empty vessels, practically humming with a clean, hungry resonance. He carefully tucked them into a secure, inner pocket of his leather tunic, right over his heart.
As he finished adjusting the straps on his bone armor, Kira stepped up to him. The stoic warrior princess looked incredibly conflicted, her hands fidgeting near the hilt of her sword.
