Chapter 118: The Blood Ritual

The crash of battle outside grew louder, every second ticking away like a countdown to our doom.

I could feel the weight of my pack's lives pressing down on me, demanding a decision, demanding action.

The Shadow Stone pulsed in my hand, its energy thrumming in sync with my racing heart.

I met Anara’s gaze one last time, searching for any hint of doubt or deception, but her eyes were steady, filled with a calm certainty that only made my own fear more palpable.

"Tell me what to do," I said, my voice tight with resolve.

Anara nodded, her expression softening into one of relief. "Kneel and place the stone at the center of your chest," she instructed.

"Then, take your blade and make a cut on your palm, letting your blood flow over the stone. Speak the words of binding that I will teach you."

My hand shook as I drew my blade, the metal glinting ominously in the dim light. I knelt, feeling the cold ground beneath me, and positioned the Shadow Stone against my chest.

With a deep breath,