Prologue: The Final Flame
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"All forces have fallen... The capital burns... The Demon King stands alone, yet unshaken."
"Where is he?!"
"Where is the Flame King?!"
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The battlefield was broken—
Crimson skies above, burning ash below.
Thousands of warriors lay lifeless.
Screams no longer filled the air,
Only silence and cinders.
In the center stood one man.
A warrior cloaked in flame,
Eyes like burning suns.
His name was Kael Draven.
The strongest hero in the world.
The Immortal Flame King.
His sword, Igniveritas, flickered in his trembling hands.
His body was scorched,
His left arm shattered,
And blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Before him stood the Demon King Arkadis,
Unholy and monstrous,
Surrounded by shadows of death.
"You're strong, Flame King,"
The demon mocked.
"But not strong enough."
Kael didn't reply.
He knew it was over.
He had already burned every last ounce of mana in his body.
His allies were gone.
His flames were dying.
But Kael had planned for this.
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> "If I can't win here... I'll win in another life."
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With trembling fingers,
He traced an ancient spell upon his chest—
A secret magic he had created in silence.
A spell to bind his soul.
A spell for Rebirth.
The Demon King raised his claws.
Kael looked up, smiling weakly.
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> "Even if I die... my fire will rise again..."
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The final blow landed.
Everything went dark.
And then—
The spell ignited.
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A golden light surrounded his body.
His soul vanished from that world.
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Far away, in another world...
A child was born.
A child with no parents, no past, and no power.
But deep inside that fragile body...
> The flame still lived.
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Prologue End