Chapter 104 Echoes Of The Flame Realm

• The wind that swept across the Flame Realm carried no sound — only memories.
• It brushed against the pale pillars of crystal that rose from the ground like frozen light, whispering voices long extinguished.
• Mirabelle stood upon the edge of the Vale of Dawn, her white robes fluttering in the heated breeze. From here, she could see the endless sea of golden fire stretching toward the horizon, its surface alive with shifting shapes — wings, faces, fragments of time itself.