Asher took a deep breath.
The air was thick with blood-scent and curse energy, but none of it moved him. His eyes stayed calm, glowing faint crimson as he lifted his right hand above the girl's chest. His power—Sanguine Supreme—gathered there like a red sun.
The parasite stirred. Beneath Veyra's skin, the black veins writhed like snakes, trying to hide deeper. Her body shook as the corruption reacted violently to Asher's presence.
"You can feel it, can't you?" Asher said quietly. "You know what I am."
The blood around his hand began to glow brighter. Slowly, his power spread into the room. It wasn't wild or loud—it was controlled, heavy, unshakable. The kind of power that didn't ask for permission. It took what it wanted.
The Bloodthorn Vines on the walls began to shudder. But instead of attacking, they bent slightly—as if bowing.
