Lieutenant Ferran's final words resonate within me, leaving me trapped in a web of uneasy anticipation. His voice, like a haunting melody, echoes his earlier warnings about the perilous nature of wielding the power of fire within the palace walls. My fingers unconsciously trace the intricate patterns on the hilt of my dagger as I furrow my brow, desperately attempting to unravel the enigma behind the forbidden taboo surrounding this arcane subject. With determined curiosity, I lock my gaze onto Ferran's, yet the air in the room grows dense with the palpable anxiety that mirrors the turmoil within me.
"I am confounded by the notion that one possessing the gift of fire, such as myself, is deemed a pariah in these hallowed halls," I voice my confusion, my words laced with a touch of frustrat
