Part I: Embers in the Mind
The aftermath of the Abyssal Furnace raid lingered like soot in the air. Though the Blazing Dawn returned to Emberhold triumphant, something within Aira remained restless. Each night, her sleep grew stranger.
Flames whispered in her dreams — not wild and roaring like her own fire, but ancient and measured, as if every flicker spoke in forgotten tongues.
On the third night, the vision grew clearer.
She stood on a cliff made of obsidian, where rivers of magma flowed below and a sky of endless flame stretched above. A figure appeared—tall, robed in molten gold, with burning eyes that held galaxies within them.
> "You who carry the heart of the phoenix… awaken more than power. You awaken inheritance."
Aira tried to speak, but her voice was smoke.
> "I am the First Flame. And you… are my spark."
She jolted awake, drenched in sweat, her hands glowing with embers.
Part II: Seeking Answers
Aira didn't mention it to her team—not yet. Instead, she visited the oldest part of the Guild's archive, where records were kept in stone rather than paper.
She found legends. Stories of fire avatars. Divine inheritance trials. And the tale of Ignis Solaria — a forgotten Fire Goddess sealed away after waging war against the gods of frost and shadow.
> "Her flames were said to birth stars," Kael read aloud, curious as she shared the findings.
> "And her last act was to split her power across timelines," Mira added. "One of them… reborn in a mortal."
Aira's breath hitched. She didn't want to believe it.
And yet… the dreams returned. More vivid. More commanding.
In one, the Fire Goddess showed her a trial of stars — a celestial arena wrapped in solar fire. Aira faced clone after clone of herself, each wielding a different aspect of flame: wrath, rebirth, annihilation, creation.
She passed each test — and awoke with ash on her bedsheets.
Part III: Divine Interference
Seris, concerned by Aira's growing exhaustion and distant eyes, approached her.
> "You're hiding something."
Aira hesitated… and then told them everything.
The team listened in stunned silence. Then Kael, ever the analyst, said:
> "If this is real — and it sounds like it is — then it's not just power you're dealing with. It's destiny. God-tier stuff. That could change… everything."
> "Or get us all killed," Mira muttered.
Still, they stood with her.
Aira resolved to pursue the visions fully. That night, she performed a fire meditation in the ancient crater outside Emberhold — once believed to be where a meteor of fire landed.
The vision came again.
> "If you are to carry my fire, child," the Goddess whispered, "then you must burn away who you were."
Aira screamed as her mind burned — then opened her eyes to see the ground around her turned to glowing glass.
A mark now burned on her back: a circular flame surrounded by runes.
Part IV: Changes Within
The next day, her flames behaved differently.
Faster. Sharper. Less consuming, more precise.
Flame Clones now split with unique traits — one fast, one armored, one ethereal.
Her body healed faster. Her aura shone with sunfire.
Guildmaster Thorne summoned her.
> "Aira Flameheart. You're changing. And the council is divided. Some think you are a beacon. Others, a threat."
> "And what do you think?" she asked.
> "I think… we have a Fire Goddess awakening in our midst."
He assigned her a divine seer — an oracle named Lysen — to monitor her dreams and divine progression.
> "You're past mortal now," Lysen said. "And the gods… are watching."
Part V: The Flicker of War
In the closing pages of the archive, Aira found a chilling prophecy:
> "When the Goddess stirs in flame and sky bleeds gold, the frost beyond the veil will rise again."
The Ice Wielder Lysara returned to Emberhold under diplomatic request from the Capital Guild. She sought Aira — not to fight, but to warn her.
> "Your dreams may be tied to Solaria," Lysara said. "But mine… are haunted by a frozen god. And he's
waking too."
The fire stirred in Aira's chest.
Balance was breaking.
And she stood at the center of the flame.