For the first time since my descent, I felt space open in the storm of destruction. The suffocating heat that had threatened to consume me moved away, pushed back by the very fire that had been freed.
The fire was no longer hurting me.
Instead, it loomed at the edges of my presence, shifting and twisting, held at bay by the flickering flames that had been freed. I took a deep breath, steadying myself before reaching for the high-tier potion Aurora had concocted. The glass was hot to the touch as I uncorked it and then poured its contents down my throat.
A wave of cooling relief coursed through my body. Ruined flesh slowly reknit, burnt muscle strengthened, and the lingering pain dulled as the potion worked its magic. I clenched and unclenched my fingers, feeling the sensation return in full.
I stood, taking in my surroundings with newfound clarity.
The inferno stretched endlessly, consuming all in its path. Yet, wherever I stepped, the fire peeled away, forming a bubble of untouched space. The little flame from the elixir—this strange companion—held the destruction at bay, moving as I moved, shielding me from the flames designated to bring about this world’s end.
However, I knew perfectly well. I wasn’t here to merely survive.
I was here to understand.
Days passed as I traveled through Drakwyn’s fire quadrant. Each step revealed new truths. The flames roared violently, yet there was no true fuel—no wood, no bodies, nothing to sustain them.
I watched as embers danced in spirals, moving with unseen patterns. The inferno swayed from time to time, bending with the invisible pull of the world itself. The fire did not simply destroy—it breathed, fed by something deeper, something much more primal than mere wood.
In such a manner, I traveled far and wide, reaching the edge of the fire quadrant, where I observed its battle against the other elements.
Where fire met wind, the inferno sharpened, stretching into towering whirlwinds of heat, moving faster, wilder.
Where fire met water, the two clashed aggressively—steam rose as neither side could truly overcome the other, but as one would expect, the advantage seemed to be on the side of the water.
Where fire met earth, the ground turned molten, becoming rivers of lava that cooled into obsidian only to crack and ignite once more.
Everywhere I looked, fire interacted. Adapted. Learned.
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I studied the way embers shifted with air currents, the way heat shaped the land, the way destruction gave way to creation. Fire was never just one thing—it was not only a force of ruin, nor was it simply energy. It was a cycle, bound to all things.
Once I had seen enough, I made my way to the heart of the fire quadrant.
At the very center, where the flames burned brightest, I sat.
Closing my eyes, I let everything I had witnessed settle slowly within me. The flow of heat, the rhythm of destruction and rebirth, the way fire danced to the world’s pulse.
It was not about control.
It was about knowing.
Understanding every flicker, every spark—not forcing the fire to obey but grasping its nature in its entirety.
I sat there calmly, not rushing to the finish line, for I knew the importance of the process of learning. Every iota of my brainpower was utilized to analyze all I’d seen. Not just here in the dying world but throughout my life.
The history books had told me of the early humans—the cavemen—who had cowered in fear when lightning struck a tree, igniting it in a burst of flame. They had not understood it, only feared its hunger, its light, its heat. But with time, one of them must have stepped forward, drawn to the warmth, to the power it represented.
They learned to feed it, to tame it, to wield it. With fire, they pushed back the darkness, warded off predators, and reshaped the world around them. It was one of the first steps humanity took toward sitting comfortably on the apex of the food chain of Earth.
I thought of the blacksmiths who hammered molten metal into weapons and tools, using flame to forge civilization itself.
Of the stars themselves, the great spheres of unending nuclear fire, burning in the vast emptiness of space, giving light, heat, and life.
Fire was never just one thing. It was creation and destruction, fear and comfort, chaos and order. It was alive, in its own way—a force that had shaped existence itself.
I let these thoughts settle, meditating upon them for days. Weeks. Months. Every iota of my mind was dedicated to peeling apart the essence of fire, understanding it beyond the limits of mortal comprehension.
I saw its rage, its hunger, its beauty. I understood how it clashed with water, danced with wind, and shaped the earth. How it consumed and renewed, how it lived and died and lived again.
Then, at long last…
[Ding!]
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“He’s gone… Quinnie is gone!” Luminara cried, worry written across her gorgeous face.
“He got a mission where time passes…” Mearie muttered.
“Let’s hope the laddy is not getting tortured for over a decade this time around as well. Or maybe that would do him some good, he has a foul mouth and displays zero respect for his elders.” Malakar voiced his thoughts while walking toward the two mothers.
The first primordial human quickly earned himself two pairs of furious glares, letting him know he better shut up. It was not smart to further annoy two mothers who were already greatly agitated, especially not with the strength this pair had to their names.
“Old man, stop acting like you don’t care about him.” Miri’s words made Malakar’s eyes darken for a moment; he did not like one bit that she suddenly started referring to him as ‘old man’ like Quinlan always did.
Lumi nodded her agreement with her fellow mother, “Yeah! We all know why you were sitting on the edge of the land; you were waiting for his return!”
Malakar strongly shook his head and replied, “I wasn’t. I merely needed some alone time to think.”
Miri wasn’t having it. “At the exact spot where Quinnie first appeared? The place where you met him? Furthermore, you weren’t even alone! The two of us were waiting for him there as well.”
Malakar pretended not to hear his fellow primordial human’s accusatory words, observing the large monument in front of them as if he found it to be overly interesting.
“Yaaawn…” A sudden, lazy yawn sounded, snapping the heads of all three primordials in the sound’s direction. Sensually swaying hips welcomed their eyes, the sheer femininity of this newcomer was outright overwhelming.
Her curves were in just the right places, which was further accentuated by her extremely slutty choice of attire—if it could be called that.
She oozed incredible amounts of lust just by her mere proximity, but she wasn’t even trying right now. Her lack of effort was best evidenced by her lazy eyes and strong yawns.
Her aura was no surprise to the three primordials, for they knew her very well. The most charming entity of Thalorind, the Demon Queen, a primordial succubus…
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