Bel stood alone before the rippling pool of purple blood, the place where Vezalia had disappeared.
Her words still echoed in his head, and among them, one particular sentence.
"Say my name... and I will come."
He frowned.
How would she appear if he mentioned her name?
Was that a spell? An incantation? Or was she just watching him somehow? He didn't like the idea. Not one bit.
And yet... he couldn't ignore the feeling twisting in his gut. The blood shimmered faintly at his feet.
"This isn't even her real name, so how..."
But before he could think further, a voice broke through the silence.
"Bel!"
"Bel, are you okay?!"
He turned just in time to see Lyraen and Cassandra rushing toward him. They were still slightly limping from the blast, but their faces were filled with relief and excitement.
Cassandra reached him first, her eyes scanning him up and down.
"Are you hurt? Say something! That girl... we thought you were done."
