Chapter 98 The Bloody Letter

• In the dimly lit room, the soft glow of a single candle illuminated Zyra's face. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed in concentration. Opposite her, Marcus watched intently, his expression a mix of concern and admiration. The air around them hummed with a faint energy as Zyra began to channel her magic.
• Zyra opened her eyes, revealing a deep, intense focus. She reached out to the small table beside her, picking up a pristine piece of parchment. With a wave of her hand, the quill on the table lifted into the air, suspended by her magic. The quill dipped itself into a vial of dark red ink—no, not ink, but blood. The essence of the message had to carry the weight of her fury and determination.
• Marcus leaned forward, his voice low and steady. "Are you sure about this, love? This message... it's a bold move."