Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I'd never met Agni. Would I still be that sweet, innocent girl who believed in justice and kindness? Or would the betrayal have twisted me into something else entirely? The fire inside me burns with memories of my family's screams and the cold chains of slavery... but it also fuels my devotion to the one person who never betrayed me. This power may have corrupted me, but it also gave me the strength to claim what's mine and protect it with everything I am. The flames don't just destroy - they purify, they transform, they make you see what truly matters in this fucked up world.