Title: FALLEN HEAVEN RISE OF FAIZIT IAN Episode 13 - The Road of Blood and Fire
Previously on Fallen Heaven: Rise of Faizi Tian — After awakening the hidden power within the Sacred Flame Stone, Faizi Tian stood on the battlefield of memory, facing the echoes of his destroyed clan. With fury in his heart and fire in his veins, he vowed never to bow again. The heavens may burn, but Faizi Tian would rise.
The air was heavy as Faizi stepped out of the training hall. Ashes still clung to his clothes from the burst of flame that had surrounded him earlier. Though no one else had seen what he had experienced within, it had changed him. That silent promise he made to his parents — to avenge them — was now carved deeper in his soul.
Outside, the blacksmith master, Elder Jianru, stood waiting. His sharp eyes noticed the shift in Faizi's aura. "So, the boy returns not as a student, but a flame touched by sorrow," the old man murmured under his breath.
Faizi bowed slightly. "I want to craft my own weapon."
Elder Jianru raised an eyebrow. "You? Already?"
"I don't need a weapon just to fight," Faizi said calmly. "I need a weapon to remember… every swing must echo my pain."
The elder stared for a long moment before nodding. "Then you shall forge it yourself. With your hands. With your anger. Come."
They entered the forge — a place where the heat was so intense, even breathing felt like fire. But Faizi didn't flinch. He stepped forward, eyes locked on a half-molten slab of black iron. His hands reached for the forging hammer, and as he lifted it, memories surged through him again — his mother's laughter, his father's fierce eyes, their screams, the demons' laughter.
BANG.
The first strike fell.
BANG.
The sound echoed like a war drum.
BANG.
Sweat poured, but Faizi didn't stop.
Three hours. Four. Then six. The iron resisted, but he broke it. Not with strength alone, but with will. Each strike infused with his spiritual energy, his pain, his soul.
By the time night fell, the weapon was shaped. A long black halberd — curved, sharp, and ancient-looking. But something was still missing.
"Why did you stop?" Elder Jianru asked.
"It doesn't have a name yet," Faizi said softly.
The old man smiled faintly. "Then name it."
Faizi stared at the weapon and whispered, "Bloodfire."
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the forge. Flames danced unnaturally, and for a moment, the halberd glowed crimson. Elder Jianru's face turned serious. "This weapon... it is not normal. You've awakened something inside it."
Faizi didn't answer. Deep in his heart, he felt it too. The halberd had responded. It had accepted his rage.
Meanwhile, far from the forge, within the mountain's hidden valleys, a pair of red eyes opened.
"It has begun," said a deep voice. "The bloodline awakens once more. We must move before he becomes unstoppable."
Back in the forge, Elder Jianru placed a hand on Faizi's shoulder. "Rest now. You will need your strength. Tomorrow, the mission begins."
Faizi turned his eyes to the stars. "Let them come. I'm not hiding anymore."
With this powerful scene, our episode comes to an end.