"Is it planning to cut its wrists and commit suicide?"

Beyond the staggered curse light, there was a teasing laughter from a certain hunting party, but no one took this rhetoric seriously. Any wizard with a little understanding of black magic would know the close connection between blood and curses.

For a moment, everyone was on the verge of an enemy, staring closely at the severed wrists, the blood gushing from the interlaced wounds, and every subtle movement of Whateley's raised hand.

"

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