I never wanted his power. I only wanted my father back.

But when the Purge came for me in the night, something inside answered. The walls cracked. The torches died. And my skin lit up like a cursed constellation.

Now I’m running through the sewers beneath Lysmere, bloodied and breathless, with nothing but my father’s journal and the voice in my head that sounds just like him.

It’s time to stop running, it says. Let me show you what you’re meant to do.

Above, the bells toll for my execution. Below, the dark hums with forgotten magic.

Do I fight back with the only weapon I have left—this cursed blood—or burn it all out before it turns me into a monster?