Chapter 90
The city had no name anymore.
Its walls, once golden, now crumbled beneath black vines.Streets choked with ash.Skies veiled in smoke.
And in the center—a child sat alone, surrounded by cinders that did not fade.
They had no memory of warmth.
Only the echo of pain.
A whisper buried beneath layers of soot.
"You were left behind."
And the flame within them answered.
"Then I will burn my way forward."
They stood.
Eyes not kind, not cruel—just resolved.
Hands opened.
Flames rose, not orange or red, but silver-black.
Cold fire.
A contradiction that screamed with silence.
Far across the world, Kael jolted awake.
Sweat clung to his skin.
He turned to Eliendara beside him.
"Something's wrong."
The child still slept peacefully under the fig tree.
But the air had changed.
The ground trembled—not from gods or war…
But from a memory trying to become real again.
Eliendara's voice was a whisper.
"Something old has found a new vessel."
In the ash-stained city, the child stepped over bones.
And carved a sigil into the earth.
A forgotten symbol.Of vengeance.Of power.Of fire that remembers being divine.
They whispered a name—
Not their own.
But Kael's.
And smiled as the flames curled around their feet.
"You left me behind once."
"Now I'll show you what you forgot to destroy."
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The forgotten child of fire begins their journey west—bringing with them a hunger not for power,but for retribution.
As Kael and Eliendara brace for what's coming,they must ask themselves—
Can hope stand against a flame that was never taught to forgive?