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she heard Rico from behind as she nodded and continue her way while burning the enemies down. Rico made his way on the opposite side, he burned the enemies including Merfoy’s white warriors that Seres’ manipulated. Blue flame eradicates them on the left side. Geuron and Maru’s flames mixed up in the middle burning the evils creating a straight line that exposes a way to the other side of the ground. “There is another layer of fog over there!” Geuron shouted as they look at the empty space. “We have to kill everyone to look for Nanami and Cannai!” Niffa shouted. Green flame eradicates the enemies on the right side.

I spoke as I lit my hands with blue flame, one of the hottest and powerful flames that will devour any type of flame, even if it is the vengeance spirit who is said to be ancient. I threw the flames and the place started to turn blue, ah...such a beautiful sight. I started to laugh but that was soon stopped as the flames slowly began to turn bright red. It's fighting. "THIS IS WHY I HATE ELEMENTAL USERS!" And as it shouted, red flames started to engulf my blue flames. I smirked, and so, my plan will work after all. I planned to make this stupid spirit irritated as soon as I realized that this is not any of the guardians. I started to gather half of my mana and release it to cause an explosio

That she could burn her. She didn’t just survive fire now—she commanded it. The Blue Flame. Fire from the Nether Realm. Fire that obeyed not the laws of nature, but the will of its wielder. Once, long ago, the first Blue Wolf—Aamon—had wielded it. A prince fated to marry for politics, not love. But he fell for a maid named Mona, and chose love over duty. They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns.

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

The journey to the cottage felt like a blur, with every turn of the wheel tightening the knot in my stomach. The world outside the city grew more barren, the trees denser, the air heavier with the weight of what I was about to do. Revenge had consumed me completely. It wasn’t just about justice for Emera anymore; it was about making them pay, every single one of them. I reached down to touch the cold steel of the gun lying on the passenger seat—a gift from my father on my twentieth birthday. Back then, it symbolized safety. Now, it was a tool of vengeance.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

The Orcs and the mercenaries surrounded them. Milton put his right palm up; a big fireball appeared about it. He added more mana before sending it towards Galian’s wyvern, but the beast flew past it. Ayla released a stronger wind followed by bolts of lightning, forcing the dark magic wyverns to flee. A bolt of lightning hit Galian’s wyvern, and the mighty beast almost fell from the sky. More lightning bolts appeared in the sky, dancing around Galian and his wyvern. Another hit the wyvern close to where Galian sat.

Gideon shoved and plastered my mother, a powerful witch, and her equally if not more powerful Council colleagues. He is pretty powerful. But he is my twin flame. And he is being protective of me. I snicker again before I sober up thinking of the fallout that’s bound to come out of this. “Your mother…?” Eon chokes in a whisper. “And the elder members,” I amend. He groans. “You sure?” “Yep, I am sure,” I reply. “What did you do? We have to undo it.”

he said. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t say anything. Nico’s eyes flicked back to me. His expression was unreadable, but it cut me anyway. “Dad,” he muttered. Then his gaze locked on mine again. “My new stepmother?” he asked, voice slow and almost mocking. “Pleasure to meet you.” Liar. There was no pleasure here. Only fire. And I was already burning.

Those workouts drained me the most, but I felt myself geting stronger every day. September was halfway gone now, the Firelight Festival looming on the horizon. I listened to Torrance babble on about the upcoming night, feeding off her livelihood and exuberance. Moments with Torrance felt so light in comparison to the dark, heavy cloud that sat above my head. We'd grown closer with Alex, as well, and as the days waned on we found ourselves falling into routine. We'd meet before training in the same spot on the bleachers, a neat little spot carved out just for us. Alex had found his footing when it came to sparring, but his movements were still awskward and sluggish compared to ours. We gave h