The gift of the Fire God was inside all of us.
While drawing strength from Jasin, I willed it into Calla, praying for the Fire God to help us heal his chosen priestess. Our hands began to glow with the same unearthly orange light from the volcano, as if lava flowed underneath our skin, and the heat became so intense I nearly let go. But I held on, and a second later Calla gasped and opened her eyes. The four priests around us cried out and rushed to her side.
“You healed her,” Blane said, while the others praised both me and the Fire God.
“With Jasin’s help,” I said.
“The Fire God has truly blessed us all,” Derel said.
“Thank you,” another one said, whose name I had forgotten.
“It seems the Fire God still has more work for you,” Jasin said to Calla.
“Thank you both,” Calla said, as
