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Chapter Sixty-One: Flames of the Past
Author: Pheel-Grip
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Kael snarled, shadows whipping around Jason in desperation. “You can’t resist me forever! You are mine!”

Jason screamed back, chains snapping one by one. “I BELONG TO MYSELF!”

For an instant, he felt it, freedom. The ember of Elias blazing beside him, the chains melting away, Jason reached out, ready to rip Kael from his soul once and for all, But then, Kael smiled. Not with panic. With cruel delight.

“Then watch, Jason Miller. Watch the price of defiance.”

Jason’s body outside suddenly hurled the unstable firestorm downward. Onto the refugees, Onto the children. Onto innocents who thought they had escaped.

Jason’s scream of horror split the prison as the world above erupted in blinding white fire. Jason finally begins to resist Kael, breaking his chains with Elias’s faint guidance.

But just as hope flickers, Kael twists it against him, forcing Jason to unleash devastation on innocents at the very moment he thought he was winning. The firestorm fell like the wrath of the gods.

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