Celine's gaze was fixed on the brutal clash unfolding before her, her severed wrist still dripping blood onto the cracked earth. Her voice came out low, strained, carrying the weight of grim recognition.
"Lord Deiora has awakened his Ancient Blood... I never thought I'd see the day."
She forced herself to look away, her eyes sweeping over the battlefield until they landed on the unconscious forms of the Melium soldiers. A cold resolve settled in her chest.
'If I can't help Lord Deiora defeat that monster... at least I can complete my original mission.'
She began to move, her steps slow and careful as she approached the fallen soldiers. Her remaining hand curled around the hilt of her blade, and she drew it in one fluid motion, the steel gleaming with cold intent.
But before the blade could fall, a tendril of crimson blood wrapped around her wrist, halting the strike mid-swing.
Celine's eyes widened. Her head snapped toward the source.
