The flames crackled and roared, dancing dangerously close to the three of them as Esmael stood, his hands alight with fire and his eyes burning with fury. The air felt heavy, charged with his unrestrained emotions.
"Stop, Esmael!" Luna shouted, stepping between him and Morvane. Her voice trembled but held firm. "We can talk this out. I know the past days—no, the past weeks—have been hard for you, but this isn't the way. Being angry won't fix anything."
Esmael's flames flickered for a moment, but the pain in his voice was sharp as he spat back, "You don't know my pain, Luna! None of you do!" His eyes darted to Morvane, his rage intensifying. "When I was struggling with my powers—when I needed help, needed guidance—instead of standing by me, all of you blamed me. Especially you, Morvane!"
