"…What do I do now?" I mumbled to myself.
The vault was silent again.
The kind of silence that made your thoughts sound louder.
Lucas had already left, and Venus was nowhere in sight.
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be touching anything anymore, let alone soul-shaking mystery blood.
I paced back and forth for a moment like a total lunatic, trying to calm down. But the longer I stood there, the more I could feel something building inside me.
Something old.
Something hungry.
I finally looked around for a plaque or any kind of label.
Nothing.
Not even a floating "danger" sign.
Just that flask, surrounded by a transparent barrier that kept it suspended in midair.
The moment my hand had touched it earlier, something inside the blood had…responded. Not with words.
But with feeling.
Raw emotion.
Memories that didn't feel like mine but also did.
And now? Now it felt like the flask was watching me.
Or waiting? I didn't know.
