Spells·Fire
School of Magic
The Unforgetting Heat - Cinder, conflagration, and the memory of dragons.
A flick of the wrist. The flames obey.
Steel remembers heat. Your blade never forgot.
You don't need a forge. You are the forge.
It was always going to burn. You just decided when.
A single spark with intent behind it.
The air thickens. Vision dies. You're still watching.
Hold the shield. Let them come.
Faster. Always faster.
Everything melts. Everything. It's just a question of temperature.
Open wide.
Point. Burn. Simple.
Touch or point. Either way, they burn.
Rock remembers being liquid. You remind it.
The ground can't hold you. The fire can't catch you.
The classic. For a reason.
The air itself attacks.
You are faster than the fire. Almost.
Everything burns hotter. Right now.
The fire knows you're protected. It goes around.
A line of fire. Pick a side.
Wrapped in fire. Untouched by cold.
One bolt per problem. You brought four.
Tick. Tick. Boom.
You are the candle now.
Look up.
Two extremes. One bolt. The body can't decide which way to die.
Don't look at the sun. Especially when it's pointed at you.
Every flame in the room answers to you now. And you have so many questions.
The column rises. No warning, no negotiation. Just heat.
The sky burns. The ground burns. Everything between was never safe.
The fire stops burning. It starts holding.
You didn't bring the fire. You brought something that lives in it.
Fire doesn't die. It just changes partners.
The fire left. The fire returned. It brought something else with it.
A mountain's anger, compressed into your hand.
The flames part. Not out of mercy. Out of obedience.
"How many?" "Yes."
The ground splits. What comes out doesn't stop.
A door opens. What's on the other side doesn't need a name. You already feel it.
Everything rushes inward. Then everything burns.
Every flame you ever lit answers one last time.