The merchant led Kael to a back chamber lined with obsidian mirrors.
He placed the shard in a bowl of oil. It hissed, glowing red.
"Long ago, there were nine Flamebearers—each bound to an aspect of the fire divine. Your crystal is not a remnant—it is a remnant's soul."
Kael's heartbeat quickened. "A Flamebearer's soul?"
"Yes. One who fell in the War of Ascension."
Visions filled Kael's mind—armies clashing, fire gods screaming, and a lone figure encased in chains of ember.
"His name was Vaelion, the First Ember. And now… he stirs within you."
Kael's hand trembled. The flame within had a name.