The Daughter Who Walked Without Permission
Selene had once stood at the edge of the Blood Council training arena, younger, silent, watching.
Instructor Raven had been in the center.
Not shouting.
Not boasting.
Simply dismantling three senior enforcers in less than a minute.
No wasted movement.
No visible strain.
The students had whispered then.
They had said he was the sharpest blade the Council ever forged.
They had said he fought like someone who already knew the outcome.
Selene had admired him.
Quietly.
Coldly.
Now she stood in her private chamber, staring at her reflection.
The black veins that had once spread violently beneath her skin were now controlled.
Refined.
The corrupted blood inside her had stabilized.
It no longer burned wildly.
It obeyed.
She flexed her fingers slowly.
Dark aura coiled and settled with precision.
"You were the strongest," she murmured to the empty room.
"But that was before."
A soft knock came at her door.
"Enter."
