People nearby noticed it too. Then… a man stepped out of the fire. His skin was not burning. Hi...

People nearby noticed it too. Then… a man stepped out of the fire. His skin was not burning. His clothes were not damaged. The flames wrapped around him like servants. Fear spread instantly. “Fire belongs to those who accept pain,” the man said, his voice calm and cruel. He raised his hand, and the funeral flames exploded outward, rushing toward the people standing nearby. Everyone screamed and ran. Everyone—except Aarav. He stepped forward without thinking. “STOP!” he shouted.