I stared at the crimson stains across the white porcelain sink, my mind racing to understand what was happening to my body. The pain in my chest had subsided to a dull ache, but the metallic taste in my mouth and the blood I'd just coughed up painted a clear picture.
'Arthur?' Luna's concerned voice echoed in my mind. 'What's wrong? I can sense distress through our bond.'
'I'm not sure yet,' I replied, carefully wiping my mouth with a towel. 'Let me think.'
I closed my eyes and turned my focus inward, examining my mana channels with the kind of detailed analysis I should have performed immediately after waking up. What I found made my blood run cold.
My magical pathways were a mess.
