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In the Year 10002 of the God Awakening Era, humanity spans across a hundred star systems, surviving amidst the ruins of ancient powers and threats from alien civilizations beyond imagination. Deep beneath Xintian Station, Li Junhao—a low-tier miner from the forgotten Gamma Sector—uncovers a mysterious glowing relic buried in stone.

When he touches it, the stars answer.

The Celestial Core fuses with him, awakening long-lost powers of cosmic cultivation once thought to be myth. Suddenly, Junhao becomes the spark in a prophecy that could reignite war across galaxies—or save them from extinction.

Hunted by powerful factions, coveted by ancient beings, and haunted by visions of gods among stars, Junhao must rise… or burn out.

Cosmic cultivation. Alien civilizations. Galactic conspiracies.
The stars have chosen.

He is Flameborn.

Flameborn: Legacy of the Stars

Chapter 25: Embers of the Sun

Junhao's breath came slow and steady as the heat lingered on his skin, a fading echo of the test he had just endured in the Silent Vault. The golden line burned quietly in his palm, warm but not painful—like the first light of dawn after a long, cold night.

They were still in the chamber, surrounded by the whispering ruins. The frozen spiral of flame behind him dimmed, no longer pulsing, now silent like a completed sentence.

Veyra watched him carefully. "You saw the vision?"

Junhao nodded. "Earth… it's still out there. Burned, trapped, but not gone."

"I didn't reach it. But it called to me. It *marked* me."

Veyra's eyes shimmered faintly with approval. "Then your Core is ready to begin the next bloom."

She reached into the folds of her cloak and drew out a shard of dark crimson metal, inscribed with solar glyphs. "This is a key. It will help stabilize your next breakthrough. You'll need it."

Junhao accepted the shard. The moment it touched his hand, it reacted to the line across his palm, glowing gently. A bond formed — energy flowing into his Core like a promise not yet fulfilled.

A cold tremor cracked through the vault floor.

From the shadows emerged figures — silent, cloaked in void-colored armor with fractal edges that shimmered with anti-light. Their presence was not of the Flame… but of the Hollow.

"No," Veyra said, voice sharper now. "Worse. *Echoborn*."

The Echoborn were remnants — souls burned by failed ascensions, twisted by starfire into husks that served only hunger. They were drawn to those walking the Solar Path, like moths to a burning truth they could no longer reach.

"We can't fight them here," Veyra said. "The Vault will collapse."

Junhao clenched his fists, his Core flaring. "Then we run?"

"We *guide* them," she replied. "Away from the flame. Into the Spiral Tunnels."

They sprinted through the ancient hallways, the Echoborn trailing like shadows bound by memory. Veyra threw flames behind her, but they barely slowed.

Junhao's body burned with new energy. He was faster now, more aware. The line in his palm pulsed like a compass, guiding his instincts.

But then — a sound like glass cracking under starlight.

One of the Echoborn caught up, its clawed hand grazing Junhao's arm.

A searing, soul-deep agony. Not just physical. It felt like it tried to *unwrite* part of him.

Junhao stumbled, falling against a broken wall. The Echoborn raised its claw again.

A golden flare erupted from his Core, blinding and raw.

The Echoborn screamed without voice, dissolving like ash caught in a solar wind.

Veyra rushed back, eyes wide. "That wasn't just instinct. That was Solar light."

"You *answered*. That's what matters."

The remaining Echoborn hesitated, as if sensing something had changed. Then, one by one, they began to retreat — melting into the vault's deeper shadows.

Junhao slowly rose to his feet. His body hurt, his soul trembled, but the golden line on his hand glowed brighter now, no longer quiet… but calling.

"Let them run," he said, eyes shining. "Next time, I won't."

They exited the Vault into the deeper tunnels, the air cooler now, but charged with promise. Junhao's journey toward the *Solar Path* had begun. But the path ahead would not be walked alone — the galaxy stirred, and with it, so did its enemies.

And somewhere, deep in the void, the Ashborn were watching.