My heart pounded wildly in my chest.
For the first time, I stood face-to-face with him—the one responsible for dragging me into this world. The Creator.
Did I hate him? Did I worship him for granting me this power? I didn't know. All I knew was that I wanted to kill him. More than anything else, I wanted him dead.
Without thinking, I rushed toward the window, desperate to reach him. But the moment I moved, I felt it—my power stripped away. Almost all of it.
Yet, a flicker of fire ignited around me with a single thought, and relief coursed through me. I still had my soul powers, and with them, I could manipulate the rest of my abilities. Fire came easiest to me, the most familiar and natural.
