Mikhail sat down on the wooden chair. He looked at Karmen and Louis with eyes that didn’t hold judgment, but with old facts.
"The blade we Bloodsmiths forge demands a price from the one who wields it," Mikhail explained. "The person must offer their own blood to temper the steel, binding their life force to the weapon. But that is only the beginning. It also requires the sacrifice of someone they love. Without that weight of loss, the metal has no power to sever an immortal soul. If your Alpha Prince is ready for that, Xaris will go with you."
The silence that followed was suffocating. Karmen felt a strange shiver running down his spine. "Give me a moment. I need to speak with the Prince," he said.
He stepped out of the cottage and dialed Gabriel’s number.
The line clicked open before the first ring could even finish.
"Gabriel, we’ve found him. We found the Bloodsmith," Karmen started, but his voice lacked the triumph such news should have carried. He looked back at the closed door of the cottage. "But there are consequences for using a blood-blade against the witch. Gabriel, I think we should look for another way. The cost is too high."
"Just tell me what the Bloodsmith said," Gabriel commanded.
"To forge the blade, you have to give your own blood. But to make it work against her... It requires a sacrifice, too. The life of someone you love. It’s the same as what Carlos told us."
Gabriel fell silent to hear the details.
"What if it’s me only?"
"Are you serious, Gabriel? You can’t—" Karmen began, his heart lurching. The thought of Gabriel sacrificing himself was a nightmare he wasn’t ready to face.
"Just do what you are told, Karmen. Don’t forget your duties as my Beta," Gabriel interrupted with a command.
"I will ask," Karmen replied with reluctance.
"Put him on. Let me talk to him directly," Gabriel commanded.
Karmen took a shaky breath and stepped back into the cottage. "Mr. Bloodsmith," Karmen said, addressing the old man by his lineage name. "Alpha Prince Gabriel wishes to speak with you." He handed the phone to Mikhail.
Mikhail took the device with a steady hand, his weathered face showing no surprise. He brought the phone to his ear and listened. He didn’t say much. Finally, he handed the phone back to Karmen. The screen was dark; Gabriel had already hung up.

Louis finally rose to his feet. "The moon event is in three days," he reminded them, his voice sharp with urgency. "We don’t have the time to hunt for buried legends or forgotten metals. Every hour we spend talking is an hour Ophelia grows stronger."
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