The storm of fire lit up the Frostwastes like a false sun. Addie, Kael, and Silas burst through the smoke — their powers flaring, pushing back the corrupted heat. At the center, Nira and Ralen circled each other, flames colliding in shockwaves that cracked the earth. “Enough!” Kael roared, hurling a bolt of lightning that broke the fire apart for a breathless moment. Ralen turned, his face twisted in pain. “More of the council’s lapdogs,” he spat. “Still clinging to the light like it's sacred. It abandoned us all.” “No,” Addie said, stepping forward, voice firm. “We abandoned you. But we’re here now. Let us make it right.” Ralen’s eyes darted to Nira. She stood still. Her flames quiet now, not from exhaustion — but from choice. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “I thought you were go

