Falling, Not through space, But through memory, Liora plummeted, weightless and burning, as the god’s voice thundered around her. Time dissolved. Her flame dimmed. Her mind blurred, This wasn’t death, It was unmaking.She landed hard, But not on stone or soil, She fell into herself A cavernous realm lit by blood-colored stars, veins of fire curling through impossible skies, She stood in the Ash Crown’s heart. The god itself pulsed in the distance, immense, sprawling, unformed.Not a creature, A force, A thought, An ancient will that once birthed flame and ruin in the same breath, And it was aware of her. “You took my gift and spat on it.”Liora’s voice cracked. “You used Kael. You twisted fate.”“I offered evolution. He accepted. Now, you will take his place.”“No,” she said. “I choose my own fire.”“Your fire is mine.”The god surged, And suddenly, Liora saw it all.Visions erupted again: The first werewolf, torn from flame and shadow, The Flame Oracle’s blood pact with a dying star.
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