Discovering Hellfire

The wilderness stretched endlessly before Lyrus, but he pressed on, his steps steady and deliberate. Each one fueled him, his strength growing in ways he couldn't fully comprehend. After hours of walking, he came upon a craggy hillside marked with strange, glowing runes. Intrigued, he approached, brushing dirt and moss away from the markings.

The runes were ancient, their fiery etchings pulsing faintly. His heart raced as he recognized them—they were HellSin sigils, remnants of his family's long-lost legacy. At the base of the hill, a narrow cave entrance beckoned him inside.

The air within was stifling, the darkness oppressive. Yet, as he ventured deeper, a faint glow lit the path. At the end of the cavern was a pedestal, atop which rested a scorched scroll. The heat radiating from it was intense, but Lyrus felt no pain as he reached out.

The moment his fingers touched the scroll, flames erupted around him. Visions of his ancestors wielding devastating fire techniques filled his mind. The scroll's name burned itself into his memory: The Hellfire Ember Scroll.

Dropping to his knees, Lyrus began to read. The scroll detailed the basics of the Hellfire Technique, a combat art capable of channeling flames that could incinerate anything in their path. But it was incomplete, and many of its teachings were cryptic.

Lyrus clenched his fists, determination surging. "This is the key to reclaiming my family's honor. If the system can make me stronger with steps, then it can help me master this technique."

He began practicing immediately, summoning faint embers to his palms. The fire sputtered and burned his skin, but he refused to stop. Pain was temporary—power was eternal.