Max's face was carved in stone, his voice low and cold. "What type of curse is this? Is there a way to remove it from her body?"
He wasn't afraid of pain, but the momentary brush with that red aura had nearly ripped his mind apart. A few seconds had nearly driven him into madness. And Lenavira… she had been enduring this constantly. He couldn't imagine the torment she must be suffering in silence. The thought of it clawed at his heart like knives.
Blob's formless body hovered, pulsing faintly. Its tone was heavier than usual. "I am not familiar with this curse," it admitted, "but I can tell you this much—it is not something born of human hands. The aura, the pattern, the weight of it… it reeks of Ascendants."
Max's eyes narrowed sharply. "Ascendants?"
