"You're sure?"
Snow stepped forward. His glow intensified.
"I remember now. All of it."
"I was never meant to survive."
"I was meant to return."
The girl took his hand.
Their bodies pulsed.
The Heart of the Flame opened—welcoming its lost children.
Luka raised his blades and stood between them.
"Then let's burn him out of the sky."
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Valaeryn – Moments After the Fusion
The Sanctum Heart exploded with light.
Snow and the Second Flame, hand in hand, stepped into it—and vanished.
No scream. No sound. Just radiant, endless fire.
Then—
Silence.
Luka stood still, his hands clenched, staring into the light that now consumed the chamber. It wasn't flame. Not anymore. It was something beyond: a soul of flame, forged from memory, love, and loss.
Gregor's voice crackled over the crystal:
"Luka! Something just landed north of the city. We're talking mountain-sized. We need you—now."
Luka turned away from the core and ran.
Northern Ridge – Skies Over Valaeryn
