“What do you mean it doesn’t hurt?” Kaelen asked with a confused voice that was blended with awe and suspicion. His eyes were glued to the sight in front of him like it was breaking the very laws of reality. “Your hand is… is—”
He stepped in closer, squinting hard. “Isn’t burning.”
Not a sizzle. Not a wisp of smoke. Not even a flinch.
Sahrak didn’t even look like he noticed the fire licking through his palm. The flames danced between his fingers as if they belonged there.
“What… what does this mean?” Kaelen asked, quieter now, as his voice frayed at the edges.
Sahrak slowly turned his face with steady eyes. “This flame is one part of the Ember of Vel’Haran itself.”
Kaelen blinked like the name was supposed to click into something. “Right… right. So, what—you can split flames now? Lik
