Chapter 182: Native-Born
"How long will it burn?" Freya asked, tone unchanged.
Regulus watched her a moment longer before turning back to the island. The Fiendfyre still raged, but the worst of it had passed.
"Not long. Fiendfyre eats what it can eat, then dies. There wasn't much on that island to begin with. A few buildings, some rock. It'll starve soon enough."
Freya nodded and said nothing more.
They hovered in silence, watching the flames shrink in the distance. Ten minutes or so later, the Fiendfyre went out.
There was no gradual fade. It simply vanished, as if something had reached in and pulled the fire from existence. One moment the island blazed. The next, nothing.
What remained was a blackened husk.
Regulus studied what was left.
He'd learned something from this release. The slide from total control to total chaos had been brief, but in those few seconds, he'd felt the Fiendfyre shift. How it swelled. How it fractured. How it slipped his grip.