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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: The Dream in Ash

The world was quiet.

Ash drifted through the air like falling feathers.

Somewhere far away, the sound of bells — broken, hollow — rang through the wind.

Inside the ruined cathedral, Elyra hummed softly.

She sat by the altar, cradling Umbren in one arm, brushing the hair from Azren's eyes with the other.

Her fingers were warm. Gentle. Her smile… softer than light.

> "My little sins," she whispered.

"My little salvation."

Azren looked up at her.

she was always glowing.

Always calm.

Always kind.

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The silence broke.

The walls trembled. The sky fractured.

From the heavens, the angels descended — cloaked in fire.

From below, the demons rose — jaws open, eyes hollow.

And behind them came the humans — Inferno Drives glowing like dying stars.

All of them wanted the same thing.

Elyra stood, placing the twins behind her.

> "No one will take you," she said, voice like glass under pressure.

"Not while I still breathe."

She turned to Umbren.

Azren remembered this part.

She leaned in close, so close…

And whispered something in Umbren's ear.

But he couldn't hear it.

The wind swallowed her words.

Then—

The blade struck.

Elyra's body jolted — stabbed through the heart by Umbren's hand.

Her blood hit the stone like rain.

She smiled as she fell.

> "Run…"

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> "NO!!!"

Azren screamed.

And the flames answered.

Blue fire erupted in all directions — not from his hands, but from his soul.

The ground tore apart.

The sky caught fire.

Demons, angels, soldiers — consumed.

He felt his heart breaking.

The cathedral shattered.

The world screamed.

And in the smoke…

They came.

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Burning bodies — human, demon, angel — crawled from the ashes.

Their flesh was charred. Their eyes were hollow.

They surrounded him.

> "Why did you do it?"

> "Why did you kill us?"

> "Why did you burn your mother?"

> "Why…?"

> "Why…?"

Azren backed away, flames still pulsing from his skin, but they kept coming.

They were not angry.

They were disappointed.

> "Monster," one whispered.

> "Murderer," said another.

He tried to scream again, but no sound came.

Only fire.

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He woke up gasping.

His bed was soaked. His chest burned.

A faint flicker of blue flame danced at his fingertips — and then faded.

The dream again.

Always the same.

His mother's death.

Umbren's blade.

The fire. The corpses. The voices.

He didn't question it anymore.

> He knew what he had done.

He had burned everything.

And he deserved to remember.

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[End of Chapter 2]

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