The Elder God Of Primal Fire

The world around me cracked and twisted.

One moment, I was standing at the edge of the molten lake, the Second Key pulsing faintly in my hand, its ember light reflecting in the molten gold. The next, the ground beneath me shifted like a living thing, splitting open in jagged fractures. Heat surged upward, a volcanic scream that swallowed the world whole.

My body tensed, the sensation of falling hitting me before my vision turned to black. No whispers this time, no ominous presence pressing against my mind—just a deep, endless silence. And then, with the subtlety of a knife to the gut, the System spoke:

"Trial of the Burning Forest Complete."

Complete? That word sat in my mind, heavy and foreign. Complete. After all the fights, the whispers, the endless nights of clawing my way forward. And now it was over?