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The Flameborne Trials
Author: YATES
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The Cradle of Fire stood like a monument to memory and power, buried beneath scorched stone and broken runes. Rey stared at the shattered altar in its center, the once-pure sanctuary now tainted by threads of Void magic coiling like veins through the redstone pillars. The air was thick with ash and old whispers. Emberclaw pulsed in his grip.

"This place was sacred," Zayne muttered, stepping beside him. His voice was tight, eyes scanning the carvings that once sang of Drakar glory. "Now it smells like death."

Rey nodded grimly. "It can be reclaimed. If we survive the trials."

Behind them, the surviving Flameborne stood in silence—a dozen awakened descendants, each touched by the blood of dragons. Some bore the sigils of long-forgotten houses. Others were farmers, smiths, even outlaws. The flame had awakened them, but fire did not grant unity. That had to be earned.

A deep rumble echoed from the altar. Symbols flared, and a circle of golden fire spread across the floor, consuming the Vo
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