Varg's bloodied hand smeared crimson across the stone altar as he slumped against it, his labored breaths echoing in the cavern. "Still alive, witchfinder?" Seraphine's voice dripped with mock concern as her boots crunched over shattered bone charms. He coughed, teeth reddened. "You’ve… damned us all." Her laughter coiled through the chamber like smoke. "I’ve unshackled us." Cold metal pressed under his chin as she forced his gaze upward—the obsidian arch above pulsed with sickly light, its surface writhing with half-formed specters. "Watch closely," she purred. "This is how gods bleed." The ritual dagger flashed downward, not toward him, but into her own palm. Blood hit the altar, and the archway screamed.
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