Wings Of Fire Arc 4 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The two flames collide into a gigantic explosion. Suddenly Eragon reared up on its legs. Its savage claws were sharp as dagger sliced through the thick black smoking air. He shoots several fireballs at Argon. Argon spread his wings as he lifts to up to the air dodging the ground-level fireballs shot by Eragon. Argon shoots a colossal blue fire explosion from his mouth in the air at Eragon swiftly descending in speed at him. Eragon open his eyes from the smoke. Above him, Argon swings his clawed feet and slammed Eragon face. The sheer force from his claws sends Eragon to the air crashing to a part of the Colosseum. cheers from the crowd as their king battle truimply.

Believed she might destroy Aiden, Rowan—everyone. But then—Aiden’s hand squeezed hers, grounding her in the storm. His voice was steady, certain, unshakable. “No,” he said firmly. “You are not the fire, Evelynn. The fire is you.” And with those words, everything shifted. The flames within her no longer felt like chains. They felt like wings. Evelynn raised her hands, and the fire answered. Not in wild, reckless bursts—but in a controlled blaze that lit the storm-torn night like dawn breaking. The creatures hesitated, shadows quivering. Even Cassian faltered, his expression twisting for the first time into doubt.

He looked at me with eyes full of terror—the look of a man who knew he had failed. ​“The West Wing is a furnace, ma'am!” a firefighter shouted, his voice muffled by his mask. “The fire started in the crawlspace—it went up like tinder! We can’t get a team inside yet!” ​I looked up. The West Wing. The stone was blackened, and orange flames were licking out of the windows like greedy tongues. ​That was Finn’s wing. He was supposed to be napping. I left him sleeping. ​“Finn!” I screamed, the sound tearing my throat raw. I tried to run toward the heat, toward the screaming orange light, but a pair of strong arms caught me around the waist.

The shadow creatures surged in endless waves, crashing against her fire dome like a sea of teeth and claws. Sera’s strength faltered. Blood ran from her nose, her mouth, her ears. Her fire sputtered. Her wings cracked. Adrien stirred, silver fire flaring faintly in his veins. His hand squeezed hers. “Let me go,” he whispered. “Save yourself.” Her eyes blazed, golden fire dripping from her lashes. “Never.” The dome shattered, Shadows poured in, crashing down, Sera’s scream rose like a second sun. She unleashed everything, every drop of fire left, a storm of gold that scorched the abyss.

“The world dies no matter what we do. I only want to rebuild it from the ashes.” The bond between us pulsed again, stronger, hungrier. I could feel the tug deep in my chest, like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. My own fire reacted instinctively, flaring bright against the darkness. Aaron lifted his hand. Shadows curled around his wrist like living tendrils. “You can’t fight it forever. The fire doesn’t belong to you alone. It remembers me.” “Then let it remember,” I said, summoning the flame within me. It erupted in a blaze of gold and crimson, swirling around me like wings. “Because I’m not her. I’m not the first flame—and I won’t make her mistake.”

But the bird never wasted its chance, breathing in then blasting swirling fire towards him. Arth found it impossible to dodge on air, so he cast Glacies Materia and summoned an enormous frozen shield in front of him to block the fire. The force itself, however, shoved Arth back, until he slammed against the roof of a building. He muttered a curse. The beast flew up once again. Then it charged down towards Arth, this time with its beak glowing, ready to blast another fire. Arth got on his feet, then lunged towards the side, landing on the next roof. The bird threw the fire, but it missed.

A legacy the Elders had tried to erase. She knelt beside Arthur and laid her palm on his heart. Light flickered in her fingers, soft and gold, as she drew from the warmth still coursing through the Hollow’s buried roots. The fire did not resist her anymore. It bowed. He stirred. Lips parted. Eyes fluttered open, fogged with pain. "I saw you," he murmured. "In the flames. You were... wings. Fire and sorrow." She smiled, though it ached to do so. "You always did see too much."

Then, I took out an A3 paper from the briefcase and spread it across the table. It was a curved flight path, overlapping on the city map. "This is the flight path of the Cessna with the registration number B-10YZ between 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm on the same day. This aircraft…" I stared at him. "…is owned by Zach Airways." A flicker of tension crossed Zachary's face. Under the light, his face turned as pale as a sheet as he swallowed hard. Mike fixed his eyes on the two documents for a long time before he gradually raised his head. "Mr. Zachary, this weather report…"

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.