The Shadow of Unmaking

In a realm where women's blood sings with the power to shape mountains, stir rivers, and weave the very fabric of life, she is invisible.

Every girl blooms with Bloomcraft-gentle yet inexorable, calling the world to rise and flourish at their whim. Every girl... except her.

Ignored. Pitying glances, hushed whispers, the faintest brush of scorn. She is a shadow in a land of light, a void among blossoms. And in the hollow left behind, anger grows. Bitter. Sharp. Unforgiving.

Nature does not answer her.
The world does not claim her.

As if something older already has.

Until she discovers it-the magic they call forbidden, the power buried beneath temples and prayers, older than memory, older than the world itself: Godfire.

A fire that does not warm, a command that does not bend, a force that unravels stone, flesh, and spirit alike. Where she speaks, armies fall. Where she breathes, cities crumble. Where she wills, ash is all that remains.

It comes too easily to her.
Too willingly.
As though it has been waiting.

Legends whisper of a calamity long ago-of a voice that nearly burned creation hollow, of a name stricken from record and bloodlines hunted to extinction. A monster the world swore would never rise again.

And yet, when Selara opens her mouth, the fire listens.

For the first time, the world kneels. And she wants it to burn. Every slight, every dismissal, every moment they told her she was nothing ignites the inferno in her hands.

Yet even at the edge of annihilation, one figure refuses to yield-her protector, sworn to guard her when the world would not. He sees the girl beyond the wrath, the ember beneath the fury. But can he reach her before the fire consumes everything? Before she becomes the catastrophe history tried to erase-

not a power she chose,

but one she might have inherited.