Sweat dripped from your temple, splashing onto the ground as you knelt, chest heaving, gasping for air like you’d been drowning.

I will not burn out

The words a desperate mantra as you clawed for power with the hunger of a starving animal.

I will not burn out

“Get up and fight me.” Dain Aetos loomed above you, sweat glistening on his skin, eyes wild with challenge.

I will not lose

You forced yourself to stand, every muscle screaming, your body ablaze as you channeled your signet again and again, refusing to yield. “I’m going to hurt you.” you rasped, voice raw, breath still ragged.

A smirk curled Dain’s lips, his golden eyes flashing with unmistakable pride. The gruff edge in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, rivaling the fire boiling beneath your skin.

“Gods,” he murmured, gaze locked on you, “don’t I know it.”