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Their wings were connected with their lives and that was when they went vanishing. “We will go with you Amara no matter what. We promised ourselves to protect you until the end. Our body will recover soon, don’t worry about us. We are stronger than what you think.” Amethyst reassured with determination and courage. A week from now, Fafaniya, Prince Conrad, Amethyst, Kuya Zouli and I will be starting our journey to the Land of Marchans where flying humans like angels existed. “If we can’t see their wings, how can we spot them?” I asked Fafaniya. I didn’t learn about it from Ka Linda when I was little.

She seemed to have lost consciousness once again, though as to how she could still speak, none of them could answer. “What’s happening to Z?” Tried as he might explain what’s happening, Luis couldn’t help but drew a deep breath as the energy swelled at her back, forming what seemed to be a pair of beautiful wings, the energy flaring in a way that reminded him so much of feathers.

She took the 1956 Ledger and wrote on the first page of the new volume: LESSON ONE: THE FIRE IS NOT THE ENEMY. THE FIRE IS THE POINT. The Year Two began with a "Forbidden" engineer and an "Ice" Tycoon’s granddaughter sitting on a beach in Ghana, watching the stars dance. They weren't dancing in a perfect circle anymore. They were dancing in a chaotic, beautiful, and entirely "Permitted" rhythm.

Diana I'm floating not in control of my body but I can see and hear everything happening around me. The excruciating pain that I felt is no longer there. I can't feel my body at all and I gaze up at the stars above me, grateful for a respite in the agony of my bones breaking and burning. I can hear Bonnie screaming and muffled sobs. I can see Hunter in my peripheral vision but I'm unable to move my eyes. I'm fixated on the sky above me and focus on one star in particular which is brighter than the rest.

The night wind screamed past Amara’s ears as Damascus soared higher, the rhythm of his wings like a drumbeat against the chaos below. Smoke, ash, and glowing eyes blurred beneath them, but Amara couldn’t stop watching until the last flicker of battle was swallowed by the trees. Only then did she allow herself to breathe. The retreat had been necessary, but it burned. Not with shame, but with fury.

I forced the words from my parched throat, and as I spoke, more coppery sweetness rose up. In the end, Jessica accepted my apology. When I left the Fire Dragon territory, I had no ice element to shield me. The blistering lava washed over me again and again. By the time I finally set foot on solid land, my wings were burned, my skin sloughing off in rotten layers. Sharp, blinding agony screamed through my body. I could feel my life force draining away fast. No one came to meet me. I stared at the empty, desolate expanse around me.

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa

Naturellia screamed beneath us, the land itself trying to cry out as it burned alive. Still, he flew. Still, he burned. Until nothing was left but a purple sea of death and a clearing sky. And then, finally, he dove. Straight toward a black crack in the horizon. We slipped through it and then we landed hard on the solid earth. I tumbled from his back and hit the dirt. Cold earth. Cold air. I coughed, my hair in my face, my skin stinging from burns and cuts. When I looked up— He was still a.... mighty lizard with wings and horns? A mighty snake with wings, feet, and horns?

I was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.