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Chapter Six: Embracing The Flames

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Deep in the forest, Alaric was trying to make a call on his mobile when an enigmatic lady snatched it from his grip.

"Are you needing to call someone?" Alaric inquired, a puzzled expression on his face.

Nonchalantly, the unknown woman pocketed his phone.

"Excuse me, could I have that back?" Alaric requested.

Ignoring his plea, the woman sized him up before swiftly taking his wristwatch.

"That belongs to me," Alaric protested.

Without a word, the woman shot Alaric a quick glance and sped off with his possessions.

"Hold on, miss!" Alaric shouted, rushing after her and tapping her on the shoulder.

Turning around, the woman's eyes began to radiate a fiery orange. Opening her mouth, a stream of fire erupted from within.

Taken aback, Alaric recoiled, tripping and falling to the ground. As he began to rise and scan the area for the peculiar woman, he realized she had vanished.

Back at his vehicle, Alaric rummaged through his truck and found an old cellphone. He dialed Dorian's number and started recounting his strange encounter and his suspicions about the woman's identity.

"A pyromancer?" Dorian voiced his bewilderment.

"A woman who smells like smoke and spews fire instead of speaking - what else could she be?" Alaric retorted.

"There aren't many left out there," Dorian muttered.

"Well, there's one now lurking in the woods," Alaric countered.

With a sigh, Dorian replied, "Alright, I'll get back to you when I figure out how to subdue one without getting burned."

"She took my phone, so I'll contact you later," Alaric responded.

"By the way, how are the girls doing?" Alaric asked, sounding a bit anxious.

"They're absolutely acing it," Dorian responded with a nervous chuckle, adding, "Literally acing it."

A proud smile appeared on Alaric's face. "Great, I'll keep you posted," Alaric told Dorian before ending the call.

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Fayenyra and Hope continue to question Landon on the whereabouts of the knife.

" I don't believe a word you're saying " Hope snarled.