"Blood Moon War?" Amael repeated.
Michael smiled.
"Don't look at me like that. That innocent act doesn't suit you." He tilted his head slightly. "I'm certain you've heard whispers of what happened in Sancta Vedelia."
"Not really," Amael said, his expression perfectly blank. "I'd love to know what happened there, though. Truly."
The smile disappeared from Michael's face.
"One of Merithra's creations has started a war," he said.
Amael raised an eyebrow. "Is Princess Merithra herself behind it? I wouldn't have thought she cared much about Sancta Vedelia, even despite her hand in its founding."
"Likely not," Michael replied, his tone sharpening. "But she won't lift a finger to undo what she's unleashed, either. As things stand, Sancta Vedelia now lies beneath the Blood Moon Spell, a forbidden spell of her own devising. And the entire island bleeds under it."
