Skylar

The heat wraps around me like a living thing, a silent whisper of power that beckons me deeper into the cavern. I stand rooted to the spot, surrounded by Hell's soldiers. Their forms are made of flame and shadow, flickering with an intensity that should frighten me. But it doesn't. Instead, I feel an inexplicable pull, a connection that thrums in my veins as if their fire ignites something dormant within me.

One of them steps forward, his armor crackling with embers, and ...