Naia had never been to the Fire Realm.
Now it wanted to burn her alive.
Drawn by a dream—or maybe a warning—she traveled alone.
At the heart of the volcanic sky stood a throne made of scorched names. Her own was burning at the top.
"You don't belong here," the Fire Warden said.
"I'm not here to belong," Naia growled. "I'm here to take my name back."
She walked through flamestorms. She crossed rivers of molten regret.
And when she reached the center…
She found her first flame—the god who cursed her to hold fire.
He smiled.
"You survived me. Want to burn the world together?"
Naia punched him so hard the volcano blinked.
"I don't need your curse. I made it mine."
And the flames bowed.
She walked out glowing gold.