He drew a heavy, angry breath, then spoke.
“The story of Flint the Fearsome is thought by most Firewalkers to be a myth. That it’s an impossible thing, for a Firewalker to die. That’s why most have embraced the pain that comes with being a Firewalker and channeled it into power and destruction.” He paused here, looking at his own hands. “It’s hard not to do, really. It’s a difficult task, not letting the pain and the anger take you over.”
I nodded, my eyes wide. He was sitting about ten feet away from me, but I could clearly see the conflict of anger and pain in his features.
“The story of Flint, however,” he said, his voice becoming rough once more at the mention of the name, “was the first that anyone... Please subscribe to keep reading.
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