“Ashes, from the flame if it is snuffed. The blood of the voice… or the champion.” His eyes fell heavily on her. Vi swallowed hard. It was as if his words alone reignited pain in her ailing body. “That’s why, in my vision… the body on the altar in the bag…” It was one of them. One of them had been gutted, bagged, and laid across an altar to resurrect an ancient evil.
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