In the brutal hierarchy of Trial Takers, not all abilities were made equal. Power had rules, unspoken, but absolute. Water drowned fire. Fire melted ice. Ice froze water. But wood… wood burned. It was the universal truth of nature, and in this case, the World Tree was made of it. And Leon? Leon had fire. But not just any fire.
Dragon fire.
One of the rarest and most destructive flames known across the realms. Fire that devoured even spirit and mana. And he wielded it like it was born in his blood.
Elizabeth's eyes widened from where she stood, heart thudding hard in her chest. Her lips parted, whispering in disbelief.
"Didn't he just… learn that technique yesterday?"
