The heat used to obey me. It flowed from me, a controlled inferno, a testament to my lineage and the strict order of the Throne of Embers. I was Malrik, the chosen heir, a prodigy among flame-born demigods. My days were filled with intricate rituals, endless study of ancient texts, and the constant pressure to be the epitome of our people - beings of fire, masters of control. I believed in the order, in the power we wielded, the way we governed our magic with absolute precision.