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Chapter 73 - The Council of the Unbound

Chapter 72: The Council of the Unbound

A storm brewed over Emberhold—not one of wind or rain, but of choices.

Echo stood at the war table once used by tyrants, but now covered in maps, letters, sketches, and sigils from across the world. It felt less like a strategy chamber and more like a garden of flame-roots, twisting and sprawling across history.

She pressed her palm to the center of the map, where the sigil of the Flamebound once sat.

Now, a new symbol bloomed beneath her touch.

Unbound.

Not bloodline. Not birthright.

Just fire. Willing. Choosing.

"They won't come," Lumen warned.

"Some will," Kael said.

"They'll fear a trap. Or a lie."

Echo didn't flinch. "They don't have to believe in me. They just have to believe in a future worth building."

She sent the messages herself. Not as a Warden. Not as a ruler.

But as Echo: firewalker, flamebreaker, rebuilder.

To the Ashborn Courts, she sent obsidian embers sealed in memory silk.

To the Hollow Flame tribes of the North, she carved ice-sigils that could only be read when thawed by a true fire.

To the desert-dwellers of Scorchreach, she sent a whisper carried by a traveling storm, wrapped in copper dust.

And to the far reaches of the drowned east, she sent nothing at all.

The Cold Flame would come when it chose.

If it chose.

Two weeks passed.

Then three.

And on the twenty-first dawn, the first envoy arrived.

He wore no colors. His skin shimmered faintly with oil-fire, and his eyes were like sunlit coals.

"Ashborn," Lumen murmured as he stepped through the palace gates.

Behind him came a girl no older than sixteen, hair like braided smoke, bare feet touching fire without burning.

They bowed.

"Lilion of the Fifth Circle," the girl said. "We've come to see the one who freed the flame."

Next came the twins from Scorchreach—both veiled, both silent, both carrying flame in glass jars bound by truth-runes.

They did not speak. But when they stood before Echo, they knelt.

Then the Hollow Flame riders thundered in from the frost-touched peaks.

Their leader, a woman with antler tattoos and a flame-bird on her shoulder, gave Echo a single nod.

"No titles," she said. "Only truths."

By the seventh day, a dozen seats around the Ember Table were filled.

Each flame different.

Each story older than Emberhold itself.

Kael stood by Echo's side, scanning their faces.

"They're not allies," he whispered.

"No," Echo agreed. "They're possibilities."

That night, Echo lit the central flame at the table herself.

No ceremony. No chants.

Just her fingers brushing the sparkstone.

The flame roared—not in anger, but in recognition.

Around the table, every ember flared in reply.

The Ashborn's oilfire.

The Hollow's frost-light.

The Scorchreach twins' glassblaze.

Even Lumen's blade gleamed with sudden warmth.

And Kael?

He stepped forward, uncertain.

But the fire reached for him too.

Because it remembered.

Echo raised her voice, not loud—but steady.

"We are not here to build an empire."

The flames quieted.

"We are not here to divide flame, or hoard it. Not anymore."

Eyes watched her from every corner of the round table.

"We are here because the flame chose us. Not as rulers. But as witnesses. As wardens. As guides."

She stepped back.

"I won't command you. I won't lead you. But I will stand beside you."

Then she placed a single, white ember on the table's center.

"This is the Flame Unbound. Whoever touches it carries not power—but responsibility. Who among you is willing to bear that?"

Silence followed.

Then the Ashborn girl stepped forward.

She touched the ember.

Nothing flared.

But something… shifted.

Like the room had exhaled.

Then the Hollow chieftess.

Then the Scorchreach twins.

Then Lumen.

Then Kael.

And at last, Echo.

The ember pulsed, and became light.

No flame. Just light.

Pure. Boundless.

Outside, the skies above Emberhold shimmered.

For a moment, the stars rearranged.

Not into constellations.

But into a flame-shaped eye.

Watching.

Remembering.

Welcoming.

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