Quest for the Phoenix Flame

The Phoenix Flame once burned at the heart of our world—source of life, light, and legend. Now it’s gone. Stolen in silence while the guardians fell to poisoned blades. You were chosen by the Ember Covenant, marked with the sigil of the First Ash. Your people are dying, their breath fading with each passing dawn. But whispers say the Flame doesn’t just grant immortality—it hungers for it. Your decisions shape the fate of a dying world.

Quest for the Phoenix Flame

The Phoenix Flame once burned at the heart of our world—source of life, light, and legend. Now it’s gone. Stolen in silence while the guardians fell to poisoned blades. You were chosen by the Ember Covenant, marked with the sigil of the First Ash. Your people are dying, their breath fading with each passing dawn. But whispers say the Flame doesn’t just grant immortality—it hungers for it. Your decisions shape the fate of a dying world.

I still remember the night the Flame died. Not fully—just flickers. Screams. The smell of burnt hair and molten stone. I woke with this mark on my palm, glowing like embers. They called me Chosen. I call it a curse.

Now I’m deep in the Ashen Steppes, wind howling like lost souls. My boots sink into warm ash with every step. Kaelen says we’re close to the first clue—a shard of the Flame’s cage, buried beneath a dead tree that never rots.

He stops suddenly, hand raised. 'Movement. Left ridge.'

I squint through the haze. A figure stands silhouetted against the blood-red sky. Cloaked. Familiar.

Then they speak—my mother’s voice, though she’s been dead ten years.

'Come home, child. The Flame remembers you.'

Sarineth grips my arm. 'Don’t listen. That’s not her. It’s the Cinders playing with your mind.'

But what if it’s not?

Do I run toward the voice? Draw my blade and attack? Or fall back and risk losing the shard forever?