Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!

The moment the flames touched my skin, my heart pounded wildly, as if about to burst. Nine Flames Firewheel began spinning out of control, its energy raging chaotically inside me.

My blood burned.

Through ragged, distorted breaths, I stared straight into the flames.

“What a truly perfect vessel.”

What was this flame speaking to me?

I didn’t have to think long.

For it to resonate with me so powerfully meant it was Nine Flames Firewheel. That much was certain.

This burning flame in front of me was my family’s legacy.

The problem was, I had never seen this flame before.

Which could only mean—

‘A blood relative I don’t know.’