"I am born of water but die in its embrace. Though I am light, I can consume cities and forests. What am I?"
Rex's mind raced, the words spinning like an ominous chant in his head. The riddle felt like a trap, a clever snare waiting to snap shut. He had an answer forming in the recesses of his thoughts, but the first five words clawed at his confidence, making him second-guess.
"What dost thou think it is, Harbinger?" Cronus's voice echoed within him, calm and teasing.
Rex frowned, his mind a storm of doubt. "I feel like it's fire… but that doesn't make sense."
"Why dost thou think it is not right?" Cronus asked again, his tone almost playful, a ripple of amusement bleeding through.
"I mean, how the heck can fire be born of water?" Rex exclaimed, his voice tinged with frustration. His fingers absently rubbed at his chin, where sweat beaded in the mounting pressure.
