Chapter 5 Chapter Five: The Rite Of Spirit Flame

• The wind howled like a mourning spirit across the high cliffs of Noctaris, curling through the stone pillars of the Temple of Fireborne. The temple had not been opened in centuries—sealed by magic, forgotten by history.
• Until now.
• Elara stood before the gates, cloaked in red ceremonial robes, the Flameborn mark pulsing at her wrist. Her bond with Kael, still fresh from the second trial, shimmered faintly beneath her skin.