Chapter 48 Broken Ground, Unbreakable Will

• The world was fire and ash.
• The explosion from the clash of Ivy’s true Flame and the dark fire of the masked traitor had scorched a deep crater in the center of Dawnridge. Smoke curled from shattered stones and charred wood. The once-proud village square lay in ruin—battered, but still standing.
• Ivy pulled herself from the rubble, coughing hard. Her hands were scorched, her skin cracked where the Flame had surged beyond what her body could contain. But she was alive. Barely.