Chapter 80 The Heart Of The Hollow

The masked figure’s words echoed in Aria’s mind like a chant, relentlessly pounding against her consciousness. She stepped back, hands raised in readiness, but the flames didn’t ignite as they usually would. Instead, they flickered weakly, struggling to manifest in the presence of the dark power suffusing the air. "You think you can stop me?" the figure asked, his voice now a sinister whisper. "You, who are born of the flame, and yet still unaware of its true nature. You are not its master, Aria. You are merely its vessel."