Chapter 38. The Moon Wolf Emerges

Aria’s vision had not just tunneled; it had vaporized. Her consciousness, once a lighthouse in the storm, was now just flotsam, bobbing on a sea where two ancient, incompatible oceans were colliding. The Severed Flame General, Lycis, was irrelevant; the true cataclysm was internal, a magical fission event that consumed every thought, every memory, every fragment of her identity.

The Flameborn core blazed, not with fire, but with the pressure of a dying star. It wasn't the heat of a mundane forge; it was the raw, fundamental kinetic energy of creation, tasted like plasma and metallic smoke, and it demanded to fill every available space. It was the absolute, screaming will of the Sun: No compromise. Burn away the darkness. Claim the vessel! It sought to re-engineer her wolf body at the molecular level, replacing muscle and bone with pure, self-sustaining heat.

But the Moon Wolf spirit, primordial and unforgiving, met the heat not with resistance, but with annihilation