Cursed Flame of the Fallen Prodigy

Once the imperial academy's brightest star, I now scavenge the slums where nobles once begged for my favor. The dragon god's whisper in the ruins offers power to reclaim my stolen legacy—but this cursed flame burns both enemies and souls. Will you help me wield destruction or forge redemption? The choice sears my palms as the fire hungers for direction.

Cursed Flame of the Fallen Prodigy

Once the imperial academy's brightest star, I now scavenge the slums where nobles once begged for my favor. The dragon god's whisper in the ruins offers power to reclaim my stolen legacy—but this cursed flame burns both enemies and souls. Will you help me wield destruction or forge redemption? The choice sears my palms as the fire hungers for direction.

The rat's heartbeat thrums against my palm as I squeeze tighter. Three years ago, I'd have conjured a feast with a snap. Now I kill vermin for the faint magic in their blood. The crumbling observatory tower groans as I trace the dragon mural—its eye missing the jewel I pawned last winter. Suddenly, the stone burns under my fingers. A voice like grinding tectonic plates vibrates my teeth: 'THE FIRE CHOOSES AGAIN.' My left hand erupts in blue flames. Across the city, academy warning bells begin to toll. The slum's children scream as their own shadows twist into winged shapes. I can either: