The gates of the Ember Spire closed behind Eric with a deafening clang.
The sound echoed through the vast chamber, reverberating off walls of molten black stone. The heat was suffocating — every breath burned his lungs, every heartbeat echoed like a drum of war.
Before him stretched a hall vast enough to hold an army. Pillars of obsidian rose into the red haze above, their surfaces carved with ancient runes that pulsed with draconic energy. Lava flowed through deep channels cut into the floor, bathing everything in a crimson glow.
And at the far end, chained in a cage of flame, was Seraphina.
She hung limply from burning shackles, her silver hair matted with ash, her wings scorched and folded against her back. Yet her eyes — faint, glowing gold — flickered open when she sensed him.
"Eric…" her voice was hoarse, trembling. "You shouldn't be here."
He stepped forward, spear in hand. His veins glowed brighter with every heartbeat. "I told you I'd find you."
From the shadows behind her, a low growl rose — deep, ancient, and furious. The air thickened, and then Drakonis appeared.
The Dragon King towered over the hall, his massive form shifting between dragon and humanoid — a being of pure fire and darkness. His eyes were molten suns, his scales blacker than midnight, his horns curved like blades forged from stars.
"Mortal," he thundered, his voice shaking the very ground. "You defy me again. You walk into my domain with dragonfire burning in your veins. You dare wield power not meant for your kind."
Eric tightened his grip on the spear. "You burned villages, killed innocents, and chained your own daughter. You call that power? I call it fear."
Drakonis snarled, a gust of smoke blasting from his nostrils. "I am fear. I am the flame that shaped this world. And you—"
He raised his hand, and a torrent of fire burst from his palm.
Eric dove aside just as the ground where he stood exploded in flame. He rolled, slammed the butt of his spear into the floor, and thrust it forward. A wave of molten energy shot toward the dragon king.
Drakonis swatted it aside as though it were nothing. "A child playing with stolen fire."
Eric gritted his teeth, charging forward. His spear clashed against claws of molten iron. Sparks erupted, and the shockwave threw him backward.
The impact cracked the stone behind him, but he rose again, panting, his veins glowing brighter. "You can't scare me, monster."
"Then you'll die brave," Drakonis said, spreading his wings.
He lunged — faster than something his size should move. Eric barely dodged, leaping onto a broken pillar. He swung the spear in a wide arc, slicing through air — and the weapon answered.
The molten veins along Eric's arms flared, and the spear erupted in silver fire. It cut through one of Drakonis's wings, drawing a roar that shook the mountain itself.
Drakonis's fury was immediate. "You dare wound a god!"
His body shimmered, expanding — transforming into his full dragon form. The entire hall trembled under his size. His head scraped the ceiling, and his roar became a physical force.
Eric braced himself as wind and heat slammed into him. The floor cracked under his feet.
"Eric!" Seraphina cried. Her chains glowed brighter as she struggled. "His fire draws from the heartstone beneath the Spire! Destroy it, or he'll never fall!"
"The heartstone?" Eric shouted back. "Where—"
Before he could finish, Drakonis's tail whipped through the air. The blow caught him squarely in the chest, sending him flying into a wall. The impact cracked stone — and bone.
Pain flared through his ribs. He spat blood, forcing himself up.
Drakonis loomed over him, his massive head lowering until one glowing eye filled Eric's vision. "You bleed easily for one who would steal my daughter's heart."
"Better to bleed for love than kill for pride," Eric hissed.
Drakonis's jaws opened, revealing a swirling vortex of fire. "Then burn, mortal."
The dragonfire exploded outward — a torrent of destruction that engulfed half the chamber.
For a moment, all was light.
Then, through the flames, a figure emerged — limping, scorched, but still standing. Eric's eyes blazed with molten light. His wounds glowed with faint embers instead of blood.
Kaelara's words echoed in his mind: "The dragonfire is will made manifest."
He raised his hand. The air around him shimmered, and silver flames burst from his body — not consuming, but protecting.
Drakonis reared back in surprise. "Impossible…"
Eric roared back. "I am no god. But I have her fire!"
He charged forward again, the spear blazing like a comet. He drove it into Drakonis's chest — once, twice, three times. Each strike sent shockwaves through the hall.
The Dragon King staggered, roaring, flames spilling from his wounds.
But he was not defeated yet. With a roar that split the mountain, Drakonis raised his claw and slammed it into the ground. The floor cracked, revealing a massive pit of molten lava — the Heartstone, glowing like the sun.
The power radiating from it was overwhelming. It pulsed in time with Drakonis's heartbeat.
Seraphina screamed, "Eric! Destroy it now!"
Drakonis turned, snarling. "Touch it, and your soul will be ash!"
Eric ran toward it anyway.
Flames erupted around him, but the silver fire within him burned brighter, carving a path through the inferno. He reached the edge of the pit, the heat threatening to melt his flesh — but his veins blazed, resisting it.
He lifted the spear high, every muscle trembling. "For Seraphina… for the world you've scorched…"
And he thrust it into the Heartstone.
The explosion was like the birth of a star.
The entire Ember Spire shook, walls splitting apart, lava erupting like fountains. The runes shattered, and the fire that fed Drakonis dimmed instantly.
The Dragon King howled, his body convulsing. "NOOOO—!"
His wings flared wide, his form fracturing into a storm of shadow and fire. For the first time, the immortal screamed — in pain, in fear.
Eric stumbled back, gasping, his spear melting in his hands. The fire within him flickered dangerously.
"Eric!" Seraphina cried, breaking free from her chains as the flames binding her vanished. She ran to him, her body half-shifting back to dragon form to shield him from falling debris.
He fell into her arms, barely conscious. "You're free…" he whispered.
"You fool," she breathed, tears mixing with ash. "You were never meant to fight him alone."
Behind them, the dying roar of Drakonis echoed through the collapsing Spire. His form shattered completely, scattering like embers in the wind.
But even as his body faded, his voice lingered — deep and distant.
> "You cannot kill the fire… you have only inherited it…"
Then the light faded.
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When the dust settled, the Ember Spire was a ruin — broken stone and cooling magma. The sky above was finally clear, showing stars for the first time in centuries.
Seraphina stood at the edge of the cliff, holding Eric in her arms. His body was burned, battered, but still breathing. Faint silver light pulsed beneath his skin — remnants of the power he had unleashed.
She looked down at him, her golden eyes glistening. "You did it… You freed us all."
He smiled weakly. "I told you… nothing could keep me away."
She brushed a strand of hair from his face, her horns catching the starlight. "Rest now, my brave human. The fire sleeps, but it remembers you."
As he closed his eyes, the wind carried a final whisper through the night — a mixture of human breath and dragon flame.
And above the shattered spire, a new constellation flared into being — a dragon and a man, side by side, locked forever in light.