Eltoar had felt it… felt Efialtír’s touch stoking his fury, feeding his blood lust. He looked around, seeing the elven dragons surround Helios, their frills raised, muscles tensed. He rested his palm against the cold white steel of his breastplate, feeling the Essence pulse. All power came with a price, and Essence was no different. “Do it.” Salara’s voice cut through the haze of Eltoar’s focus. “Call on your Blood Magic, just as you did back then. Your god’s moon hangs in the sky.” She gestured towards the crimson circle that had found a gap in the dark clouds. “But if you do, neither you nor
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