Chapter 91
The silver-black fire moved like liquid through the ruins,never touching the child—only obeying.
Each step they took burned symbols into the earth,sigils that whispered truths only the forgotten knew.
In their hand, they carried no weapon.They didn't need one.
They were the weapon.
The vengeance of a world that had been promised lightbut was buried in flame.
Far across the lands, Kael stood atop the fig-rooted tower,eyes fixed on the east.
He didn't see the enemy yet.
But he felt them.
Like an itch in the back of his soul—a fire that remembered his name.
Eliendara joined him.
Her face pale. Quiet.
"You recognize it, don't you?"
He nodded slowly.
"It's what I used to be…before you taught me mercy."
She placed a hand on his chest.
"And now?"
His voice was steady.
"Now I'll teach it again.Even if it has to be through battle."
The child beneath the fig tree stirred.A faint whimper in sleep.A hand twitching in instinct.
They had felt it too.
The approach of something like them.
But darker.
Colder.
Hungrier.
In the ashlands, the forgotten flame-child reached a mirror buried in soot.
Its surface was cracked, fogged, cursed.
But when they looked into it, they didn't see their own reflection.
They saw Kael.
His back turned.
His flame hidden.
His heart open.
"You forgot me."
They raised their hand.
The mirror shattered without a sound.
And in its place, a doorway opened—
into the waking world.
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The forgotten flame steps through the veil and into Kael's world.
Not as a threat…
But as a reminder.
As truths unravel and past sins rise,Kael must face the one mistake he cannot bury—
The soul he didn't save… because he never knew it existed.