One evening, as the system demanded another round of extreme fire training, Kai stood before the bonfire, his hand hovering over the flames. The whispers grew louder, urging him to push past his limits. But as he felt the heat sear his skin, he paused, his gaze drifting to the horizon where the sun dipped low, painting the sky in fiery hues. It was a stark reminder of the power that lay within him, but also of the fragility of the world around him.
"Kai," Annika called out, her voice breaking through the cacophony in his head. "You okay?"
He took a step back from the fire, his hand unscathed despite the heat. "Yeah," he lied, his voice strained. "Just... thinking."
Annika studied him, her gaze piercing through the shadows. "You're pushing too hard," she said gently. "We all need to work together if we're going to win this."
