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--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

“I think it’s time I stop waiting for everyone else to decide who I am.” She turned to Kael and Rowan. “Ready the route east.” --- The journey through the eastern wilds was quieter than expected. No Revenants. No broken spirits. Only wind and dust, and the scent of ash carried on the breeze. Elira could feel it in her bones—this was where fire had been born and buried. The kind of flame that remembered blood oaths and sacrifices carved into bone. The Ember Court revealed itself on the third day. Carved into the face of a mountain, a city of flame and obsidian sat draped in silence. Torches burned blue. Statues stood tall, cloaked in ash. The air shimmered with heat, yet Elira did not sweat.

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

--- Pov: Ember. Meanwhile, Ember walked through town with Lorna beside her, past the market and down the quieter roads toward the east side of Raven’s Peak. Lorna kept her hood up, eyes flitting nervously over rooftops and alleyways. “You’re safe,” Ember said softly. “People here won’t turn you away.” Lorna nodded, but didn’t speak. They entered a modest building with ivy curling up the brick. Ember pressed the elevator button and the doors opened with a quiet chime.

Still, the exhaustion weighing on our group felt far more urgent than my suspicions. Oliver returned after finishing the paperwork. “We’ve secured the best lodging in the central district, Alpha. An inn called Holy Ember.” We entered the city. The streets were paved with warm red bricks beneath our feet. On both sides, blacksmith shops were still hard at work, the clang of metal against metal forming a constant rhythm. Cinderbloom felt completely different from Sapphire Water territory, which smelled of damp earth and morning mist. Here, everything was dry, hot, and buzzing with explosive energy.

He never asked me to; I never had to explain why. But there was something else I felt too. Something cold, lurking at the edges of the bond — not from him, but from somewhere far ahead. A presence. Watching. Waiting. We reached the northern ridge on the fifth day. The air turned dry and hot, even though snow still clung to the rocks. It shouldn’t have been possible — heat and frost in the same breath — but as we climbed the last hill, the answer appeared before us. The Ember Plains. A vast expanse of cracked earth stretched beyond the horizon, glowing faintly with veins of molten light beneath the surface. Waves of heat shimmered through the air, but above it, dark clouds churned like a stor

CHAPTER 158 — EMBERS OF THE FALLEN The city’s skyline burnt with a quiet, smouldering fury. Streets that had once carried laughter and life now twisted into jagged paths of blackened concrete, scarred by Bishop’s fragment-fuelled rampage. But Riven stood at the centre, crown key in hand, heart pounding, eyes scanning the horizon. He could feel every pulse of Meridian, every breath, every heartbeat vibrating through his body. The city’s consciousness was alive, but it hung on the edge of fear.

To ask for a favor and send me back where I came from. I didn't answer what Stefano said. My mind is now busy thinking about how I can go back to my own world. I miss my grandfather, I miss the traffic, and I don't know if I got accepted into the company I applied for. I just noticed that we were in the center of the city and Stefano's horse turned into an entrance road. I see less and less immortals. Usually there is walking everywhere. One more turn to the left and I could feel the silence as if there wasn't an immortal to be seen in the place. There are still many houses there, but I don't see anyone walking outside.

She tried comforting herself that it wasn't Ethan, but his handwriting was there bold and clear. The police had searched everywhere for him but couldn't find him. That was when Daniel came into her life. He had been supportive and helpful to her without demanding anything from her. Though they were not a couple as people termed them to be, she was truly grateful to him. Their lives have been going on smoothly with several business expansions all over the world before she received a letter two days back that had only four words she feared the most now. It read, 'COMING BACK FOR YOU…Ethan'.

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.