Kapitel 83: Blood and Essence

Melisa sat cross-legged on her bed, her crimson eyes focused intently on the parchment before her.

The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of paper and the soft sound of her tail swishing against the blankets.

[Okay, let's see...] she thought, tracing a complex spellsign in the air.

"Vini, sana, rejuven," she murmured, feeling the subtle pulse of Life Magic flowing through her fingertips.

Raven had left for her nightly run a few minutes ago, leaving Melisa alone with the notes on Life Magic – and its darker counterpart, Blood Magic.

As she practiced the conventional Life Magic spells, Melisa couldn't help but feel a strange, intrinsic connection to the magic.

It felt... right, somehow.

Natural, in a way that even her prodigious skill with other schools of magic didn't quite match.