Nearly two weeks had passed since I’d ventured into the basement, and every day since, I’d given it a wide berth, not wanting to even near the hallway where the door was located. Instead, I spent my time in the library, looking for any trace of information I could find on Flint the Fearsome, but all I found were different iterations of the same tale. The volcano, the insane Firewalker, the legendary death.
Judging by the increasing heat, I figured I had about two days until the flare reached its peak. Two days. That was all the time I had to figure out how I could overload Brelon with heat. And once I figured that out, I needed to find a way to do what no sane human would do: how to survive outside in the heat of a flare.
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