C113 FLAMES BOWED TO HER THAT DAY

The world was no longer just shaking.

It was on its knees.

Every fire.

All the runes.

Every living flame bowed to Elara as if gravity were pulling it toward her.

The fire-being stayed with its head lowered, its voice like molten voice echoing:

"We serve the Flamebearer."

Damon's muscles were stiff, and his breath was tight next to her.

The First Heir stood still