"Are you sure this is all you need?"
The question hung in the air, thick with a doubt and worry that even John's previous miracles couldn't quite dispel. Two days had passed since the intense negotiation with the Bulltors, and John was finally standing at the edge of the base's cleared zone, ready to set out.
According to the valuable information Lanmar and Reody had provided, the Holy Bloodlines challenge was anything but trivial. It was a relic of a more brutal era, a trial designed to break the soul as much as the body.
The Bulltors had spent forty-eight hours narrating scary stories from their history, tales of challengers who were crushed, skewered, or erased from existence by the Bloodline leaders.
