{Elira}
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The words landed like cold water, sinking straight into my bones.
"I…" My voice shook. "I didn't even try to use them. It just—happened."
"That's exactly the danger," Rennon said, his expression grave. "Your emotions triggered it. If you let your anger control you, the fire will always answer first. And fire doesn't care who it hurts."
My chest tightened, guilt mixing with fear. I saw again Lennon dodging, laughing, but also the flicker in his eyes when the flames got too close.
Rennon's tone softened then, though his gaze remained unyielding. "If you want an upper hand, it has to be you in control, not your anger or your fear. Otherwise, things could end very badly."
I lowered my gaze, my voice barely a whisper. "So… I'm supposed to fight without the one thing that makes me strong?"
"You've always been strong," he answered simply. "The fire doesn't make you that. You do."
