"The flame that sees all… does not burn the world. It burns fate itself."
Scene 1 – The Forbidden Exile Path
The storm howled above the mountains of the Flame Kingdom, lashing rain like whips of steel. Each droplet held traces of ancient qi—this place hadn't seen human footsteps in decades.
Asura stood at the edge of the Scorched Sky Valley, the gateway to the place known only in whispers as:
"The Ashen Silence."
It was a cursed region.
Where time moved differently.
Where voices of the dead echoed through rocks.
Where fire no longer obeyed the laws of nature.
Behind him stood Lira, Kai, and Xian—Yue Lin was still unconscious, locked in healing meditation under multiple seals.
"You don't have to come," Asura said, turning to them. "This isn't a mission. It's blood."
Lira stepped forward. "You're not walking into exile alone."
Kai cracked his knuckles. "Besides, I wanna see who could scare you."
Xian didn't speak. He simply walked ahead, the shadows clinging to his feet unnaturally.
Asura gave a small smile and walked forward.
"Then let's go meet my grandmother—the Sealed Flame Oracle."
Scene 2 – The Ashen Silence
The moment they stepped into the valley, their bodies trembled.
The sky was dark, but there was no sun nor moon. Just a burning crimson horizon that never moved. Strange embers floated in the air, but they were cold to the touch—ghosts of forgotten flames.
Voices whispered constantly, but none could be traced.
"...Asura…you were never meant to live…"
"...Zhao blood must remain sealed…"
"...Heaven's End is the end of everything…"
Lira held her blade tightly. "These whispers… they're not just curses. They're prophecies."
Asura nodded. "This valley was where the traitors of the Flame Kingdom were exiled… including my mother's clan. They were labeled as witches who merged divine fire with forbidden time spells."
Kai exhaled. "No wonder the air tastes like burnt sand and destiny."
The path narrowed. Giant charred statues loomed on both sides—warriors kneeling in eternal penance.
And at the end of the path… a throne of blackened bone and obsidian flame.
Upon it sat a woman.
Hair like cascading embers. Eyes shut. Robes tattered and bound with chains of light. But despite her appearance, her aura was godlike—calm, endless, watching the world like it was already over.
"You came," she said, voice barely louder than wind.
Asura stepped forward, then kneeled with one fist on the ground.
"Grandmother."
The Sealed Flame Oracle slowly opened her eyes.
They were red and gold, shifting like galaxies in fire.
"You've awakened your inheritance too early. The blood of Zhao should have been sealed until you turned 20. Yet here you are… carrying both heaven and abyss within you."
Lira, Kai, and Xian instinctively lowered their heads. The pressure of her presence was unreal.
Asura stood.
"I don't care about destiny. I need knowledge. How do I fight Vraxxion and protect the girl he's marked?"
The Oracle stared at him, then slowly stood. Her chains clinked with time-qi, echoing like bells.
"Then step into my vision."
Before anyone could react, she placed a single finger on Asura's forehead.
Scene 3 – The Past That Burns
Asura's body froze—his consciousness ripped from his body and flung into a timeless dreamscape.
He stood in the past.
In the middle of an ancient battlefield.
There were ten colossal figures—Supreme Gods—locked in battle with ten monstrous Supreme Demons.
At the center stood a third figure—neither god nor demon. Wrapped in both flame and shadow. Its eyes were his.
"That… is you," said the Oracle's voice, echoing through the vision. "Or rather, your original form before reincarnation. The one born from the convergence of chaos and order."
The vision shifted.
He saw a young woman, the Oracle herself, younger and unbound. Standing beside a man cloaked in black qi—Vraxxion. They weren't enemies.
They were lovers.
"He was once my hope," the Oracle whispered. "Before he became… that."
Then, the betrayal.
Vraxxion took her unborn child—Asura's mother—and tried to use her body as a vessel for the abyss. But the Oracle sealed her powers and exiled herself, hiding her daughter among the Flame Kingdom's nobles.
"You were never meant to be born," she said as the vision faded. "But you were. And you carry the blood of all three—Oracle, Abyss, and Flame. You are the Child of the Broken Trinity."
Scene 4 – Flames That Burn Fate
Asura awoke on his knees, shaking.
The Oracle approached him slowly, placing a burning scroll in his hand.
"Take this. It is the first fragment of the Flame Script of Severance—a martial technique that can cut through time, fate, and soul links. You will need it to sever Yue Lin from the Abyss permanently."
Asura opened the scroll, and golden runes spun in the air.
"This technique… it's unfinished," he said.
"Because only you can finish it," she said. "The Path of Asura is not just a martial art—it is a correction to the world's balance."
She turned to the others.
"Each of you follows him now. But remember this—before this war ends, one of you will betray him. Not by choice… but by fate."
Silence.
The Oracle looked skyward.
"Vraxxion has begun the Rite of Devouring in the Demonfang Kingdom. You must reach it before the full moon."
Asura stood.
"Then exile or not… this place is no longer your prison."
He drew his blade and struck her chains. They shattered like glass.
For the first time in centuries, the Oracle breathed free air.
And she smiled.
"Then let the world burn, grandson. And let fate scream."
End of Chapter 94