THIRTY-TWO
The Conqueror's flames raged all around Kyra, blazing as if threatening to consume her like it did every other thing in its path. But in all of its intensity, the flames didn't get anywhere near her, seemly kept at bay by what Kyra believed was the golden energy flowing all over her body that depicted the power of the Soul of magic in her. Of course, she still couldn't exactly place her power; accepting to be in contact with a thing didn't change a person's opinion of it after all. A part of her still saw the power of the Soul of magic as an evil that destroyed more than it saved. But she also couldn’t deny that another remembered and recognised all the good she’d done with it; and that was the one she was going with at that moment. Fully knowing how futile an argument with herself was a
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