CEDRIC'S POV
I jolted awake, gasping for air as a wave of heat surged through my body. The room was dark, and silent except for the steady breathing of Lord Niko, Silas, and Talon beside me. But I could not stay there—not with this fire inside me. I threw off the covers and hurried out of the chambers, my pulse quickening with every step.
The chilly air of the night did nothing to cool the burning that consumed me. By the time I reached the Dragon Lair, flames had already begun to dance along my skin. Dragon fire—wild and untamed—lashed out, searing the ground beneath my feet. My witch powers surged with it, burning out of control, each breath fanning the inferno within me.
I stumbled, struggling to contain it, but the power was too strong. My vision blurred, and I could feel the magic tearing at me, pushing me to the brink. It was chaos, and I was slipping into it.
Then, a voice, deep and ancient, rose from the depths of my mind.
