C65 THE RISING OF THE FLAME GODS

The crimson sun burnt higher.

And the world began to kneel.

Ash floated like snow through the air, falling on the blackened fields. Mountains moaned under the weight of the new dawn, and the rivers shimmered with bloodlight. The old gods had fallen quiet - their temples broken, their names erased by the fire that had rewritten existence.

Elara stood at the edge of a demolished cliff