Vald stepped past him into the dark corridor. His footsteps made no sound. That was new. Or old, Haldyn thought. Something the sword took from him and never gave back.
He turned. Prince Vald stood with his cloak torn, one arm wrapped in blood-soaked linen. His eyes still flickered gold at the edges — the demon’s remnants watching from inside. crimson spell volume 8
“I’m always bleeding.”
He drew his sword not to strike, but to swear. Vald stepped past him into the dark corridor
“If I break this,” he whispered, “the demon dies. But so does the part of me that remembers you.” ” he whispered
Vald stepped past him into the dark corridor. His footsteps made no sound. That was new. Or old, Haldyn thought. Something the sword took from him and never gave back.
He turned. Prince Vald stood with his cloak torn, one arm wrapped in blood-soaked linen. His eyes still flickered gold at the edges — the demon’s remnants watching from inside.
“I’m always bleeding.”
He drew his sword not to strike, but to swear.
“If I break this,” he whispered, “the demon dies. But so does the part of me that remembers you.”
