'No, I need to focus on my own problems first,' he thought, shaking his head to push those doubts aside. There was no room for distractions now.
It was finally his turn. For reasons he couldn't fathom, the flaming bird had saved him for last.
"I'm ready! Hit me with your best shot!" Reign stood tall, confidence brimming. He had already figured out how to pass this trial.
The flaming bird complied without hesitation. A wave of orange flame surged toward him.
He steeled himself, telling himself that his choices couldn't be judged by normal standards.
But the moment the fire touched him, the pain was beyond anything he had imagined. It wasn't just heat—his very soul felt like it was being torn apart.
"I was just joking, give me some slack!" he shouted, but the flames didn't let up.
He realized then that all those talks about enlightenment were pointless. This wasn't about some higher understanding; this was raw punishment.
