“But you…” Alaric said, his brow tightening.

“My chaotic force can devour any kind of power—even heavenfire,” Jared replied. “The Pyre Chasm isn’t as dangerous to me as you think.”

What he didn’t say was that the primal fire-essence inside him was stirring too.

That flame had been building since the Ethereal Realm, lying dormant deep within his bloodline.

Now, the moment the Pyre Chasm’s aura brushed against his senses, it began to tremble—

with anticipation,

with hunger.