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"A bit of blood," she repeated softly.
Victor didn’t hesitate.
"It doesn’t matter. Just do it."
A flicker ran through the serpent ink coiled around his forearm. Red streaks under his skin glowed sharper, tendrils of radiance creeping out as if fed by breath below dermis.
Then -
Out of the ink came tiny spikes, fine as needles. Not made of metal, these. Formed instead from packed mana, slender and exact, catching dim light under shadowed air.
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