“There is no other way.” Vald turned. For one breath, his face was human again — soft, tired, afraid. “Volume eight ends here, Haldyn. Not with a battle. With a choice.”

He turned. Prince Vald stood with his cloak torn, one arm wrapped in blood-soaked linen. His eyes still flickered gold at the edges — the demon’s remnants watching from inside.

“If I break this,” he whispered, “the demon dies. But so does the part of me that remembers you.”

The mirror pulsed.

Crimson Spell Volume 8 -

“There is no other way.” Vald turned. For one breath, his face was human again — soft, tired, afraid. “Volume eight ends here, Haldyn. Not with a battle. With a choice.”

He turned. Prince Vald stood with his cloak torn, one arm wrapped in blood-soaked linen. His eyes still flickered gold at the edges — the demon’s remnants watching from inside. crimson spell volume 8

“If I break this,” he whispered, “the demon dies. But so does the part of me that remembers you.” “There is no other way

The mirror pulsed.