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Chapter Twelve – Fractured Flame
Author: Hop-Grip
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The flame vanished. So did Lysa. The platform lay in ruins, smoking, scattered across the mountainside like shattered bones. But Rashford only saw one thing. Aelira.

Her body lay motionless among the rubble. He ran stumbled slid to her side, heart hammering louder than the forge in his chest. Her cloak was scorched. Her lips were pale. But her chest… Still rising. Barely.

He dropped to his knees and summoned the Equilibrium Blade, its silver-violet light pulsing weakly in his hand. The balance was off. The soulfire unstable. He pressed it against her ribs. Heal. Heal. Please, heal…

The forge responded but with hesitation. The blade flickered. And his Soulbrand, burned. Thren found him an hour later. The old man said nothing at first. Just looked down at Rashford and Aelira, the broken stones, the scorched symbols.

Then, finally, “She spared her again.”

Rashford looked up, face streaked with ash. “She could’ve killed her. Again. But she didn’t.”

“No,” Thren said. “Because she’s not don
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