Luke knelt before the towering flame spirit, his breath still ragged from the grueling battle against the volcanic flame demons. The fire spirit's blazing eyes regarded him with a mix of approval and expectation.
"You have proven yourself, Seeker," the spirit intoned, its voice resonating like a distant thunderclap. "The legacy of Ignis is yours to claim. But remember, power is not merely a gift; it is a responsibility. Wield it wisely, for the flames can both create and destroy."
The fiery figure raised its hands, and the air around Luke shifted. The oppressive heat subsided, replaced by a strange, soothing warmth. In the center of the crater, a new flame appeared—smaller than the spirit itself but no less intense. It pulsed like a living heart, its light casting flickering shadows on the jagged walls of the crater.
