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The Vault of the First Flame
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Chapter 18: The Vault of the First Flame

The world was quiet, too quiet, Kael and Lira stood at the edge of a long-forgotten vale, where the sky bled into hues of violet and crimson, and the wind whispered the names of ancient things. The forest here was unlike any other: colossal trees twisted with silver bark reached toward the stars, and the ground shimmered faintly with traces of stardust and ash.

This was Narthalas, the Hollow of Origins.

A place only the oldest of myths dared name, a place that predated the gods, untouched by celestial dominion. It had been sealed away long ago, buried beneath wards of divine fear and shame. Only Kael knew its true purpose.

And only he held the key.

Lira’s luminous wings folded behind her back as she stepped lightly beside him, her form now fully divine. The silver light from her skin refracted through the air, drawing soft patterns on the ground as they walked.

“How long has it been since you came here?” she asked, her voice resonant with powe
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