Chapter 415 The Heat of the Story

Chapter 415 The Heat of the Story

"Well then! If you are ready, then let me tell you the burning tale of Pyrrhus, the Flame Guardian!" Fireden bellowed, transforming the lava field into a fiery stage. With each word from Fireden, the fire seemed to intensify, reflecting off my wide-eyed gaze as Fireden began his narrative.

"Pyrrhus was a creature like none other, born from the heart of a dying star, he was fire incarnate. His aura was so intense that everything around him would wither and burn, reducing the strongest of metals to molten slag. So imagine what fire could do to the flesh! But even with this power, Pyrrhus harbored a heart as warm as his flames."

Leaping from one rock to another, I strained my ears to hear the story while staying focused on not plunging into the molten lava below.

"Pyrrhus had a great love, a beautiful Phoenix named Seraphina. She was his everything, his sun. Unlike Pyrrhus, Seraphina was a flame of life, her fire gave birth to nature and life. Her light was as healing as Pyrrhus's was destructive. Her presence alone could tame Pyrrhus's violent flames, and in each other, they found balance."

Fireden's words echoed around the magma field, breathing life into his tale. The lava's heat and the fear of slipping up only amplified the story's intensity.

"But peace was not to last. A threat from the jaws of the underworld, a demon of ice came to their realm. Borias, the Frost Tyrant. Together Pyrrhus and Seraphina fought this chilling menace, but Borias was relentless, his icy touch as deadly as Pyrrhus's flame. Despite their relentless efforts, they found Borias's power to be overwhelming."

I took a leap over a gushing lava spurt, catching my breath as I landed on a burning rock, my heartbeat accelerating with the escalating tension Fireden's tale spun.

"Desperate, Pyrrhus made a decision. He offered Seraphina protection, a dome of his fiercest flame, and went solo against Borias, aiming to shield her from the Frost Tyrant's wrath. Though Seraphina protested, Pyrrhus remained resolute, blinded by his determination."

Another sharp jump, this time through a blaze of flame blasted at me, my eyes stinging with the smoke. Fireden watched me, continuing his tale with a knowing smile.

"But Pyrrhus's flames could not deter the Frost Tyrant, and he fell to the icy touch of Borias, leaving him lifeless and cold. In his false belief of having enough power and choosing to face the enemy alone, he not just lost his life but left Seraphina unprotected."

Fireden's voice softened, seeming to mourn the Flame Guardian's defeat, "Devastated by Pyrrhus's death, Seraphina emerged from the flame to confront Borias, anger fueling her soul. With her healing flames, she attacked, melting the Frost Tyrant, avenging Pyrrhus."

Stopping briefly, I glanced back at Fireden, his eyes serious as they met mine.

"In the end, Pyrrhus lost his life, and his love, and left his realm defenseless. Not because he was not strong, but because he overestimated his power, underestimating the enemy, and chose to battle alone when he could have fought alongside Seraphina."

As the last word rolled off Fireden's tongue, the heat seemed to withdraw, and a deafening silence spread across the lava field. Breathing heavily, clothes smeared with sweat and grime, I realized the weight of Fireden's tale. A humble reminder wrapped in a tale of fire, love, and sacrifice. The strength was not just the raw power one possessed but also in unity, understanding, and the will to protect. I made a mental note never to be overconfident and to trust my family. After all, the true essence of power was not in destruction but in shielding the ones who mattered.

A soft rumble from the volcano marked the end of the story, and the heat of it served as a stark reminder of the tale's essence.

"So? How do you feel?" Fireden asked, some of the heat began to dissipate, but not all of it.

"Baked... Maybe fried?" I said as I hopped back to the center where there was no lava, and Fireden laughed.

"Good, but we are not finished. Normally, I would just make you run and tell you tales until your skin was charred, but I think what you need is a battle!" Fireden roared, and fiery monsters started to rise from the magma around us. "For this battle, I shall tell the tale of another great battle! This will be a long one, so you had better conserve your power!"

I was already feeling it from Chana's training and the running and hopping I had just done, but finally being able to use my elemental Pacts brought some life back into me. I summoned my Water Pact, but nothing happened.

"Oh, that is the other thing I forgot to mention. No help from the others. This is your fight, and as much as you need to learn to work with us, you need to strengthen your own self. I will grant you the use of my basic Fire Pact, but nothing more than to wreath your fist and feet with fire so you can fight my creations!" Fireden laughed, blowing the wind out of my sails.

My nerves hummed with trepidation, but the surge of adrenaline overtook the worry, heating my blood to match the bubbling lava around me. The multi-headed fire dragons loomed in front of me while I steadied my breath, one fist clenched in front of me, my feet shifting into a ready stance. My body erupted in crimson flames, searing but not painful, a testament to my Pact with Fireden.

All the while, Fireden gave the account of the great battle, an ancient tale of bravery and courage involving armies of mighty monsters, hundreds of soldiers, and one brave knight with his majestic dragon steed. Their journey had peril at every turn but stood triumphant in the face of adversity as they protected their kingdom.

As his booming voice echoed in my ears, I began, dancing between those fiery jaws with the grace of a dancer, despite the oppressive heat. The fire dragons lunged, fired a blazing breath, and lashed out, but their might met only air. I was swift, my dodges timed just right, my blows landing true.

Every tale of courage Fireden narrated, every wise lesson laced within, spurred me on. My fists, wreathed in a blazing fire, landed powerful hits, each blow causing the fire dragons to dissolve into sparks, their roars dying out in short-lived bursts.

Waves after waves of these monstrous creations fell to debris under my barrage of attacks. As the adrenaline high washed over me, I felt my strength wavering, but that didn't deter me. Not when victory was so close.

Fireden beamed a bright grin as I landed the last punch, my fiery fist dissolving the final monster to nothingness, winning my battle. Panting heavily, I raised my fist in triumph, Fireden's compliments washing over me, instilling a sense of pride. Barely on my feet, I realized the power and potential I carried, maybe not as much as King James. But strength wasn't just about raw power but also the courage to face the adversary without fear.

I nodded at Fireden, mustering a thankful smile as I braced myself for the next training, convinced more than ever about our victory against King James.

"Who's next, Libra?" I called out confidently, anticipation jolting energy into my veins.n--0veLbIn