"He's crazy, we're leaving."
Zeke's boots crushed over blackened stone as he stormed out of the charred cathedral, heat rippling off his body in violent waves. Ash swirled behind him like a cloak, the air itself bending away from his temper. He refused to even glance back.
The cathedral groaned softly, beams still smoldering from his earlier outburst. Melted glass dripped from broken windows like hardened tears. The place reeked of burnt scripture and old incense.
It made no sense to him.
To throw away his future, his ascension, everything he had clawed toward, just to save some ancient relic who should have died with his era. Even if that relic once stood shoulder to shoulder with gods. Even if he had crossed blades with the High God of Gaia and lived.
Zeke did not care.
"Wait, why is this such a big deal? You're just sharing some fire, no? What's so special about that?" Leon asked, stepping out carefully, brushing soot from his sleeve.
He truly did not understand.
