"Blood Curse."
The moment Layla uttered those words, a massive circle materialized around Elizabeth, glowing ominously with symbols I had never seen before. They radiated an eerie energy—curse symbols, undoubtedly.
A sense of foreboding settled in my gut. This wasn't just mere curse spell. This was something far more dangerous.
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed as she took in the formation. Without hesitation, she swung her rapier.
Blood erupted around her, swirling violently like a raging storm. Dark crimson wings—no, not wings, but something similar—unfurled from her back, pulsing with blood.
What the hell?
Were they seriously trying to kill each other?
