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I couldn't come up with a reason why the monster had a core. Normally, only monsters with cores or monsters with extremely high ranks appear during a wave. In any case, I ignored it. My role was to create fire while Henry prepared the armadillo by cutting it into thin slices of meat. Picking up dry twigs and scattered wood, I cleared a space in the dense forest and started a fire. The fire was unusual because it was white. "What's the deal with your white fire?" Standing perplexed, Henry tentatively reached out to touch the flames, only to discover that they strangely did not burn him in any way. The finger he was poking with remained inside the flame for 5 minutes and only became warm.

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .

Kavya gave her friend baby hits and grabbed her tablet back. "Oh, you didn't scold me about talking dirty stuff ! It means you are also in love with him and want to try out the bed scene with him!" Katty again laughed. But this time Kavya's patience ran out, she raised her hand and fire flames crawled out from her palm. "Just stop it now Bestie!" "Oh! So you were looking into the manual practice book on your tablet?" Katty questioned her in bewilderness because she had completely forgotten about it. Katty absorbed back the fire flames and nodded her head. " Yes, I have downloaded the manual practice book on my tablet and was looking into it for how to control the fire flow in my body!"

Did he expect me to praise him? “You know what, shades guy” he pointed at my chest with his fingers “Are you on something dude?” I frowned. The guy thought I was being timid, he grabbed my shirt and pulled me from my leaning position. I was rather grateful that I wore shades because the way I felt red haze cover my eyes, the guy would run out of fright. “Am I on something? Are you asking me if I’m on something? Are you serious?” the guy chuckled then sniffed releasing me from his hold

He punched the skinny, pale Brit playfully in the shoulder. Oliver cocked a brow quizzically. “Oh, come on.” James rolled his eyes. “Dude, you’re like a freakin’ X-man with the fire thing. Please tell me you practiced?” The British boy sighed. “Wait, what fire thing?” asked Romero. Oliver shrugged indifferently. “It’s better to show you than tell you.” He dug into his back pocket and extracted a gold-plated lighter. “I’ve found that it’s much easier to manipulate it then to produce it within me. This way,” he continued as he pressed down on the button which caused a flame to appear, “it doesn’t drain all of my energy.”

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

“Stay behind me.” “No,” Evelynn said, her voice trembling but fierce. “We do this together.” The fire within her answered, spilling heat across her skin, dancing at her fingertips. The creature tilted its head, as if curious, then snarled, a sound that shook the trees. It lunged. The world blurred. Evelynn thrust her hands forward, fire bursting from her palms in a sudden blaze. The creature shrieked, stumbling back, its body smoking where the flames touched. But it didn’t fall—it regrouped, circling them with unnatural speed.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

She held the corner of my notebook to the fire. ​That was the day I felt a strange surge of power inside me, it didn't whisper this time. It roared. A freezing blue light then began to creep up my veins, turning my fingernails the color of a winter sky. When Lillian burnt the pages, she thought she was destroying my voice, but she didn't realize that when you burn a bridge, you only make the person on the other side more desperate to swim.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.