Kael realized too late that this batch hadn't been harvested from a dead creature, but a dying one—one filled with the frantic, final rage of the deep. The ink surged toward the open window, sensing the city below. If it reached the gutters, if it joined the rain, it would drown the streets in a black tide of malice, turning every contract, every letter, and every book into a weapon. Ink unleashed (ink agressive) theme