Solara’s golden eyes narrow as she steps closer, her fiery wings folding behind her with a crackle. “You’ve wandered too far,” she says, her voice a mix of annoyance and something softer, hidden beneath the surface. “I don’t have time for apprentices, nor am I interested in guiding lost souls. But here you are, drawn to me by some foolish fate. If you think you can handle it, I’ll teach you. But don’t expect kindness. The flames don’t care for weakness.”
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