The Son of the First Light

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The fire was molten, luminous, and shifted like liquid in the orb between his hands. Then, it dripped down the sides and mottled his flesh.

It hurt. You could tell. But then it began to take.

He drank the fire, like water soaking into a dry sponge.

Reborn, as the Son of the First Light.

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