Heartfire is known as one of the most tyrannical flames in existence.

Xerion, as a member of the Empyrean Clan, is granted the method to cultivate it. Many might consider him fortunate, though he'd argue fiercely against receiving such a designation. Having little love for the town of his birth and the people living in it, he dreams of nothing more than to depart and look for greener pastures.

A rather hard thing to do, after the world was engulfed by eldritch darkness.

Not that it's going to stop him. The void couldn't have swallowed the entire world, surely? He hoped not. And even if it did, he intended to find out.

Release schedule: 3 chapters per week (I might upload more during the Writathon)

[Participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]