Chapter 233. The Gate of Skyfire

The last red light that had ignited the sky finally faded. The Zha’Mar Desert fell silent, the ruins that once devoured thousands of lives now reduced to dust.

At the edge of that barren stretch, far from the heart of the ruins now swallowed beneath the sand, a strange circle formed on the ground—remnants of a blood formation not yet fully extinguished. From its center, Rayden’s trembling body slowly emerged.

“Father...” The whisper slipped out between broken breaths.

Behind him, the desert reflected the faint glow of what remained of the vanished ruins, a sign that everything beneath had truly ended.

“So this is what it feels like to be born from fire?”

He lowered his gaze to his own hands. The veins beneath his skin glowed faintly, like tiny streams of magma, calm yet never extinguished. Every heartbeat felt like a small explosion in his chest. He felt his blood running fast, but it felt foreign too heavy, too hot, too alive.

In the sand before him, the Black Sun Blade stood buried,