Rell could clearly feel the magic flowing through her veins like iron filings.
Perhaps using a blood magic sigil that stole magical talent on a magic item was the "wrong way to use it." After all, Rell was now enduring a pain that seemed to gnaw at her bones.
But she had to admit, this blood magic stuff was pretty useful.
Never mind the cost. At least it worked for now.
Rell had no idea that the blood magic sigil worked not because "it could be used on magic items," but because "Rell's talent let metal become part of her." That was why the sigil had taken effect on "Rell's metal prosthetic."
In other words, Rell had temporarily drawn this part of her power from Mordekaiser's iron armor. The moment her magic ran out, this power of death would fail as well.
Moreover, the price of using blood magic this way was that the metal had also become part of her blood. The "metal flowing through her body" that Rell could feel wasn't a metaphor. It was real.
Rell might be leaping around like she had all the energy in the world.
But as soon as her magic ran low and she could no longer control the metal flowing through her blood, she could drop dead on the spot.
Rell didn't know that, but Mordekaiser did.
Even though Mordekaiser knew Rell couldn't keep this up, and that she wouldn't be able to hold out if he continued to pressure her, he still ran first—he'd chickened out.
Or rather, he thought there was no need to fight a mortal.
Before Mordekaiser had that name, when he was still known as Sahn-Uzal, he had never feared death. Back then, he saw death as an honor, as his final destination.
But after he