As night fell, Qingsai stood atop the Flamespire, the tallest tower of Pyrespire. The world burned below in twilight hues, yet his eyes were fixed inward.
Suddenly, flames erupted from his hands—not just fire—but streaks of gold, sapphire, silver, obsidian, jade, and crimson danced across the sky.
> "This is not bending," Qingsai murmured. "This is… Soul Weaving."
Sandora joined him, awestruck. "You've become a beacon. The Six Elements… are singing through you."
> "I must return to Eirsola soon," Qingsai said, voice firm. "They must see... that the Soulkindled has truly awakened."
But deep in the shadows of Tenebros, something stirred—a pulse, a whisper.
> "The light returns. So must the shadow."
The chapter closes as the camera pans out across Myria's continents, each one flickering with spiritual reactions. The world senses Qingsai's transformation. And it begins to move.