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I am the last of my kind. The once-prestigious Ember Clan was erased from the face of the earth without a trace. In the beginning, we were close-like brothers and sisters. There existed a harmony among us, but everything changed one fateful morning.
I still remember that day vividly: the morning my entire family was violently slaughtered before my eyes. They came clad in the most advanced fireproof vests, recently introduced to counter our abilities. We were no longer needed; they wanted us gone, discarded like a useless dog about to be put down by its infinitely stronger master.
The land of Troxiya has always been ruled by the strongest clan, the Aqualians, who wield the most formidable elemental power-water. In every clan, it is believed that a phantom is born-a being of pure elemental ability, the pinnacle of their lineage, and the strongest among them. In our case, the last phantom born was my grandfather. After his death, my uncle became the strongest among us, but he lacked the strength and mastery to ascend as a monarch.
Phantoms hold a unique place in Troxiya, as every monarch-the supreme power of the nation-is a phantom. Monarchs are beings who stand above all others; it is said that a single monarch can decimate an army of thousands. Without a phantom, a clan is powerless to maintain its influence. After my grandfather's death, the Ember Clan failed to produce another phantom born. As a result, we lost our connections and standing.
Deemed useless and a threat because we are the children of fire, the supreme leader issued a decree: annihilate the Ember Clan. And so, my family-my entire clan-was wiped out in a calculated, merciless purge.
Now, I am the last Ember, carrying the weight of our legacy and the fire of vengeance within me.

Table of EMBERS

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Volume 1