She emerged from the fire, transformed.
Her gauntlets glowed with molten symbols—new ones, etched by the Labyrinth itself. Her eyes blazed brighter than ever, hair dancing like an inferno in slow motion.
Kael gasped. "Elira… what did you—?"
"I remembered who I am," she said, voice layered with something ancient.
Dante appeared behind them, bruised but grinning. "And what now, Emberheart?"
She turned to him, flexing her new weaponized arms. "Now? We fight back. And we don't stop."
But before another word left her mouth, the ground shattered. A spire of black crystal erupted through the plaza, and standing atop it—
The hooded figure. The one who had started all of this.
"Elira," he said, voice deep as thunder. "So the flame still lives."
Her fists ignited. "You're not ready for this burn."