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But I don’t waste any time.

I start moving for the entrance into the tomb, stepping inside and climbing down the steps.

Chapter 67

It’s a dimly lit room with a low ceiling that I enter, excitement flooding me when I see the bones lying on the ground before me.

I sense the others get inside as well, but my eyes get drawn to the items laid around the bones — folded robes, a golden headpiece, a staff, items for vampiric rituals…

And a scroll.

I rush over to it, picking it up and standing straight to unfold it. Everyone gathering around me, I start skimming the ancient Egyptian drawings.

They start with an image of a noblewoman being attacked by an angry mob. They continue to show her fleeing, ending up in the desert and doing some kind of ritual there.

My eyebrows shoot up. Not any kind of ritual — stealing a god’s powers.

“Is that Ra?” Raven asks in a whisper filled with reverence.

I nod and keep skimming.

After the image showing the woman stealing Ra’s powers, there’s the image of her returning to the city, pregnant.

Then there’s one of her being banished for blasphemy, one of her ending up in the North and one of her giving birth to her child.

The one that will become known as Baldur.

“He was never a god, only a half-god,” I whisper. “Imbued withRa’spower.”

Chapter 68

Cheering, we make our way to the Main Hall with the bones safely stored in a wooden box. Now we only have the third item to get and we’ll finally be able to forge the sword. The merry mood doesn’t last long, though.

Because just before we step through the archway, I spot Cain sway in place then drop to the ground.

Fear flooding me, I rush over, throwing myself on my knees next to him.

Raven lowers herself into a crouch opposite me, placing a hand on his forehead. With my breath held, I fix my eyes on her.

“He has a fever,” she concludes. Then she looks up at me with worry twisting her face. “That’s not good.”

I grit my teeth. “Alright, I don’t care what he wants or doesn’t want, I’m healing him.”

She looks away for a second. “He’s past the limits of your current power.”

The fear grows to enormous proportions. “What’re you telling me?” I mutter.

She rushes to reassure me. “Don’t worry, there’s still something we can do.”

“What?” I demand.

“I was going to tell you later this week, when I’ll have the test results, but your blood seems to be a natural antidote to the shadowcurse.”

I frown. “What? Well, then we’ll give it to him.”

“There could be side-effects.”

“What kind?”

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