The caw of a murder of crows filled the crimson sky as the moon bled light across the clouds.
Their cries echoed like cruel laughter, mocking the foolishness of mortals who dared to challenge what they did not understand.
Sweat trickled down Seamus's temple. His breath came unevenly as he felt his power draining, absorbed bit by bit into the cursed bracelet shackled around his wrist.
He flicked his gaze to the system confirmation, hoping for an explanation, some loophole.
[The bracelet works by absorbing the power you hold. The more you attempt to use your skill or bloodstyle, the more it will drain and waste your Sanguine Veins.]
[However, there is one power within you that cannot be absorbed.]
His eyes widened as a faint glow stirred on his skin. The serpent tattoo coiled and shifted on his wrist, its inked scales rippling like it was alive.
Only he could see it, its presence invisible to everyone else, even to Isolde.
