The moment I willed the Bloodline tab open, the air around me shifted. The black window rippled once, then expanded, lines of light tracing across the surface like veins being drawn in real time. A faint hum echoed in my ears, low and rhythmic, almost like breathing.
Then the words appeared.
Bloodline: The Cursed Cardinal
Description: "A bloodline born from paradox, blessed by creation, condemned by existence. Life and Death bow, but the heart refuses."
I stared at it for a long second.
That was it?
That was the description?
"Wow. Cryptic. Love that for me," I muttered under my breath, eyes narrowing. "Guess plain words was too much to ask."
Still, something about those words made my skin crawl. Blessed by creation, condemned by existence. It sounded less like a gift and more like a cosmic joke, and somehow, I had the starring role.
The screen flickered again, expanding to reveal three faint sigils shaped like locks, each one pulsing with dim light.
Lock Progress:
