Poison Gods Heritage

They called her wolfless. Cursed. Unworthy of the bond. So they stripped her of dignity, broke the mate-thread with a smirk, and left her bleeding at the edge of the sacred woods. But they forgot one thing. Ash remembers. And so does the throne buried beneath it. The forest did not devour her. It bowed. The flame did not die. It waited. And in the silence between heartbeats, something unholy crawled up from the marrow of forgotten gods and whispered: > "She is not blessed. She is not chosen. She is the reckoning the moon tried to silence." Now, Araya walks again — no longer mortal. No longer meek. She is the Hollow-Blood reborn. Daughter of the fire that swallowed fate. And the last heir to a throne no god dares name. He broke the bond. He walked away. But the fire he abandoned now walks in human skin — and it has learned to burn without mercy. As divine war brews, as temples crack and oracles scream her name, she must decide: Will she burn the wolves who left her behind? Or the gods who tried to chain her flame? Either way... > She does not kneel. She does not forgive. She remembers. And the last prophecy carved into stone will soon come true: > THE FLAME THAT WALKS RETURNS. LET THE GODS BURN FIRST.