Let the fire become me.
Wings burst from my back, red and blue flames stretching impossibly toward the heavens. The heat wasn’t just around me—it was inside me, a wild storm that roared through every vein and nerve. My hair lifted in the searing rush, whipping like banners caught in a violent wind. My eyes blazed gold, fierce and unyielding, burning with a fire that swallowed fear, pain, and doubt whole. In that moment, I was no longer just Kat—the girl who stumbled, who hurt, who tried to survive. I was something far beyond. I was flame made flesh, fury made flesh, vengeance incarnate.
I was death.
Raw, primal, unstoppable.
Everything I’d ever lost, every betrayal, every scar—each one was fuel, igniting the inferno that now defined me. I was the storm they hadn’t seen coming, the reck
