Chapter 48: Stubborn and Proud

Elanor knew this fire, only this time the heat wasn’t painful, it was warm—but it was also loud. It was surprising how much could change.

She didn’t feel so afraid anymore.

The blinding flames were starting to die down, so she opened her eyes and there he stood in the middle of a firestorm, flames swirling around him, light catching on his wings.

What a sight, so viscerally beautiful and a sight for sore eyes.

Azzoth was here. The barrier had fallen.

“Azzoth…”

“Elanor-!” He spun around, a snarl on his face and his magic flaring in response, burning high as his rage.

Ah. That wasn’t a ‘I’m glad you’re alive’ tone but a ‘I’m so p*ssed off I might just kill you myself’ tone.

He stomped towards her, the soldiers not even able to get close with how hot he was burning but not a single flame licked against her skin.