Where Ashkhar walks, fire obeys — and the world learns the price of defiance.
“You do not fight the wind. You endure it—if it allows you to.”
“I grant nothing freely. I merely allow the world to catch up with what it has already desired.”
“Where it crawls, the slime hardens into glass—and the fools who mocked it see themselves reflected in the shards.”
“You may pass, soft-walkers… once the stones in your pockets have sung for me.”
Shhh—hear the lock breathe? Now make it stop.