C21 THE MEMORY OF FIRE

Light swallowed him whole.

And Reed was no longer Reed.

He was someone older.

Someone stronger.

Someone burning.

He stood in a different world. A sky cracked open above him like shattered glass. Armies clashed below—creatures of flame and storm battling shadows that bled smoke.

He stood at the center of it all, robe of gold and white, hair like living fire