They burned together, twisting and merging without consuming one another. One carried the deep crimson of blood and war. One burned with a sharp, controlled violet. The last glowed a calm, heavy blue. I shaped them using my understanding of the three families, their strengths, their flaws, their nature.
Below the surface, I worked even faster.
Caverns opened silently beneath the fortress. Long tunnels curved and folded into hidden chambers. Some were sealed tight, others linked by paths only I could sense. Emergency routes, hidden halls, and a deep, buried pocket-space portal took form, concealed so well that even the world itself barely noticed.
As I built, I wove the Fire Law into the stone.
The walls breathed heat. The stairs remembered flame. Any demon who stood still long enough could feel it. A place to meditate. A place to be refined.
