Chapter 53: BLOODLINE
I was led by instinct to a hidden nexus of swirling Zii—a vortex of raw magic so intense it seared my eyes. In that flash, my world went dark. Yet, in the darkness, I discovered a strange new vision: I now see shapes as dancing outlines of fire, flickers of heat where once color reigned. The Jingozi know nothing of this gift, and I plan to keep it hidden. It may well be the only advantage I have left.
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Katorro opened his eyes to darkness while the flames danced in his mind's eye. Four distinct heat signatures carried him through the forest—their movements careful and measured.
"Put me down," he said, his voice carrying the quiet authority of someone used to being obeyed. The creatures complied without hesitation, lowering him gently to the ground.
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Another presence lurked at the edge of his fiery vision, darker and colder than the others—a void in the warmth around him.
"I know you are there." Katorro shifted to face the darkness. "No need to slink in shadows."
"I want the girl." The voice slithered through the air like ice.
"No." Katorro's response was flat, final. "My sacrifice sealed the arrangement. The price has been paid." He sighed heavily. "Either kill me or let me sleep. I am tired."
The presence moved closer, its chill seeping into the stone.
"I would have killed you long ago if you weren't of Dojokynn's bloodline."
But Katorro had already drifted off, his soft snores mixing with the trilling of insects in the night. The old master's breathing settled into the steady rhythm of deep sleep, unconcerned by the deadly creature that watched him from the shadows.
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Guard these scrolls as though they were living fire. My sight may have faded, but the burning vision that remains tells me the Jingozi’s influence is far from extinguished. One day, you or your children’s children may need the knowledge I have gathered. Pass it on in secret if you must, but pass it on.
