Chapter 109 The Fire We Carry

• The new flame was beautiful. Unlike the Root Flame, it didn’t roar. Unlike the Hollow, it didn’t whisper. It sang — soft and shimmering, like morning light warming fresh snowfall.
• This was the Genesis Flame — fire reborn not from prophecy, vengeance, or war, but from a pact. And now, for the first time in centuries, it belonged to everyone. And that meant anyone could carry it. Even those not ready.
• It began with a child. No more than seven winters old, born to two healers from the Bloodmoon outposts. She had never seen war, never touched a blade, never tasted power. But one night, she reached for the campfire… And the fire reached back. It curled around her wrist, climbed her arm, wrapped around her shoulders like silk…