W.I.L.D.
It unfolded into wings that stretched wide, a phoenix of fire rising from her body, vast and radiant, casting shadows across the stones.
Her breath caught. She felt everything—the raw force, the light, the shadow—and yet she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t consumed. The fire bent, not broke. It answered her.
The phoenix of flame arched its head to the sky, released a cry that split the night, and then slowly dissolved back into her. Embers drifted down like stars as the brilliance faded.
Nalia collapsed to her knees, shaking, her body wrung out as if she had poured every ounce of herself into that single moment. But when she looked down, her hands were steady, the fire dancing harmlessly over her
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