What the Fire Wouldn't Admit

I didn't mean to let him die.
I thought rivalry could survive anything-that fire could burn without taking something with it. The Law fell, the world kept moving, and Flamefrags was left standing with power in his hands and nothing in his chest but heat.
Wemmbu lingers anyway. In the silence. In the anger. In every victory that feels like a loss.
This is a story about what refuses to end-about denial dressed as strength, about grief the fire will not name, and about a ghost who was never meant to fade.