The fires grew bigger. Some of the trees started falling.
Most of the group ran back towards the tunnel, trying to escape the inferno.
Amidst it all stood Meyla, with her sword lying on her palms.
She stood there, waiting. And it came.
A faint voice inside her head.
Meyla... Your sword...
Dont become like me... Survive...
STRIKE.
It was him. The voice was the same.
She knew what to do. With her right hand she took the sword's handle, readying herself.
That which is wrong, might have been right a moment ago...
She felt his pressence in her mind. Enormous amounts of power flowing through her.
That which has happened will forever be etched into our world.
It can never be undone...
She set off from the ground, jumped into the air, raised her sword above her head.
But there are holes in every rule, even in creation itself...
She dived down towards the inferno.
And if we go through them, we can correct everything.
She swung Soulflame, and she felt all the power that wasnt hers surge out.
She cut into the air, into the empty space that lay behind it...
She corrected.
In the blink of an eye, the fire disappeared.
Everything was the way Illios had first seen it. The trees stood tall, the ground was unscorched.
Where the bush had been the brick road now continued into the depths of the jungle.
Birds sung.
Then Meyla hit the ground.
She crashed into the earth, completely out of energy.
There she lay still, breathing slowly. Soulflame grabbed tightly.
Unconscious, she smiled.