The vision always came with the same crushing clarity: a sky torn open, fire raining down, and the earth trembling as oceans rose to swallow cities whole. For years, Mara thought she was meant to stop it. It was her burden, her divine punishment, to bear the sight of humanity's end and avert it. But that night, something changed. In the heart of the vision, where the chaos spiraled outward, she saw herself-arms raised, eyes alight with power she didn't yet understand. She wasn't a savior; She was the spark. And as much as she wanted to be horrified, a quiet part of her wondered what it would feel like to finally let it burn.