The night was silent.
Only the cold wind moved through the ruins of the ancient temple.
Arin stood there, staring at the glowing mark on his hand. The symbol burned like fire, but strangely it did not hurt.
Lyra looked worried.
"Arin… that mark… it's the Ember Sigil," she said quietly.
Arin frowned.
"The Ember Sigil? What does that mean?"
Before Lyra could answer, the ground suddenly began to shake.
A dark laugh echoed through the temple.
"So… the flame has finally awakened."
From the shadows stepped Kael.
His black cloak moved like smoke, and his eyes glowed with a terrifying red light.
Lyra whispered,
"Kael… he found us."
Arin felt his heart beating faster.
He didn't know why, but the fire inside him was growing stronger.
Kael slowly walked closer.
"You don't even know what power you carry, do you?" he said with a cruel smile.
Arin clenched his fist.
"Maybe not… but I won't let you hurt anyone."
Suddenly the Ember Sigil on his hand burst into bright flames.
Fire surrounded Arin, lighting up the entire temple.
Kael's smile disappeared.
"So it's true… the Eternal Ember has chosen you."
Arin looked at his burning hand, shocked.
He had no idea what this power really was.
But one thing was clear—
Tonight… everything would change.