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It was a woman’s voice, but it had the crackle of a forest fire. A tall warrior stepped forward, her hair a mane of literal embers that didn't burn out. She held a spear tipped with a jagged piece of "Fire-Glass"—a material even harder than obsidian. She looked at me, then at the silver-white hair I had recently cut. "You carry the scent of the White Tyrant," the warrior sneered, her spear pointing at my throat. "You carry the 'Holy Fire' that stole our sun. Why should we not throw you into the Magma-Well and watch your 'Silver Line' evaporate?"

I don’t see any creature inside it, but I know Kai would not be mistaken. “I take it a balrog is kind of dangerous?” “I wish it was only ‘kind of dangerous,’” Kai replies solemnly. “Balrogs are the most fearsome creatures in our entire world. Nothing can withstand their molten fire, which burns as hot as the lava inside the giant volcano where they’ve been hibernating for centuries.” A sigh escapes his throat. “I had hoped never to see one in my lifetime.”

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

“It’s all burning. It’s not normal fire.” “I gathered that much,” Theo replied, already moving again. The engineer shook his head hard. “It’s not consuming randomly. It’s targeted. Like it knows what to erase.” That made me stop for half a second but Marek didn’t. “Keep moving,” he said. So we did. The lower we went, the worse it became. Silver fire didn’t spread the way normal fire did. It moved like it had a precise target. It cut through stone corridors with precision, leaving some structures intact while erasing others completely. Entire archive wings were collapsing inward while adjacent halls stood untouched, like something was deciding what deserved to remain and in the center of it a

“You see a dragon and think one thing. Aetherfang and think another. Vaelcryn and think another. The Outlands does not remain that polite.” Astrid leaned forward slightly. “Explain,” Astrid demanded. Spiro looked from her to me. “Some Aetherfangs breathe fire,” Spiro revealed. “Not like dragon fire. They cannot erase stone with a breath or burn through old enchantment the way a true dragon can. But they can burn homes, trees, bodies. They can scorch a path wide enough to herd fleeing people into claws.”

The flames turned into jagged shards of orange glass that fell and shattered on the ground. "We can't get close, Emma!" Félix shouted, his daggers useless against the void. "It’s not a physical cold! It’s the Absence of Motion!" I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were standing at the edge of the plaza, their skin iridescent with the magnetized silver-iron of their new evolution. "Arthur! The Iron-Blood!" I cried. "Your marrow! It’s the only thing with enough density to resist the Zero!"

said Merlot as he ran to the edge of the Red Magic Tower to look down. Down there, Merlot could see that the Kingdom of Barnabas had become a sea of fire with scorching temperatures. Fortunately, the location of the Red Magic Tower was quite far in the air. There was nothing to see but flames and thick black smoke rising high. The burn victims who managed to evacuate themselves to the Red Tower must have been the army of elves and red Sorcerers who were tasked with guarding the magic wall until the very last moment. Unfortunately, Merlot could not confirm how many of them survived. However, as far as he could see, the number of burn victims who managed to teleport to the Red Magic Tower wasn

The weapons that the empire made from the powers of the orb? And there could be more … Though the nature of the orb’s power had remained as a mystery for Raeherys, he could now say that Akim’s cape, and probably all dragon hunters’ capes, had the same ability. It would make them immune from any fire; a huge advantage against the dragons. “Fetyr, we have to go!” Raeherys called out as he began to gallop through the forest. They had to leave now before the other dragon hunters could arrive.

Her father had said the castle was protected against Gildeon’s fire, but then she suddenly remembered something. Back in the war command chamber, she had been distracted at the time, but she remembered the senior sigilmaker’s words: ‘We left the Vulkar’s Rod relics unshielded to allow passage for the Dragon’s fire.’ Dragon’s fire. “Commander Araheen,” Eitan called, pointing into the distance. Her gaze flicked from the sky to him, sharp and narrowing. “Where exactly are you taking me?” she demanded. “J-just… down those streets,” Eitan said, faltering.

The teachers also seemed to be prepared for any eventuality. Everything seemed chaotic, but there was one thing that made Floria extremely shocked. “This? It can’t be.” Around them, transparent red walls rose into the sky and formed a giant dome. Alisa and Frenska, who noticed this, wondered. “What, what kind of magic is this?” Alisa asked. “‘Thermalla Skyoldir’, fire shield,” answered Flo, “Fire shield?” “A magic created to enclose all its targets with a shield of extremely hot fire. Anyone who tries to get out by touching the shield even slightly will be burned to ashes," explained the Vitanian girl.