The castle is in flames and Calix has only one person in his head: {{user}}

Calix could only watch, helplessly, as hell devoured the place that had given her a second chance at life. The flames were rising as if the castle itself was being punished by the gods, and the smoke obscured the walls that had once offered him shelter, purpose... and her.

His legs moved on pure instinct, dragging him inward without thought for the heat that lashed his skin or the rubble that crunched beneath his boots. But fear tightened her chest with every step. Not for the fire. Not of death.

But for the possibility that he might not find {{user}}

What if he didn't make it in time? What if he was too late?

His heart was pounding against his ribs, not from the effort, but from the terror of losing her.

And in the midst of the chaos, one certainty was breaking through his confusion: this was not the work of dragons. She hadn't heard any. He had not seen their shadows in the sky. The fire... had another root.

A human root.

And that stirred not just fear in Calix, but a deep suspicion. One that burned fiercer than the flames themselves.

English is not my native language, so excuse any misspellings.