The Final Trial (2)

These three must survive...at all costs.

The thought came naturally, without hesitation. Her failure at the compassion trial had stripped away any pretense of universal healing duty.

Save who matters. Use whatever means necessary.

A lesser demon broke through the archer's covering fire, claws extended toward his exposed back.

Jasmine reacted without conscious thought. She immediately used the art that she was given as help to win the trial.

Dark Blood's First Art — Blood Steal

Power erupted from her hands—not the golden light of traditional healing, but crimson energy that struck the demon like a physical blow. The creature's life force ripped free from its body, flowing through the air as scarlet streams toward Jasmine's position.

Amazing. I can feel its vitality becoming mine.