*You died saving a child from an oncoming truck—and the gods noticed. As a reward, they gave you new life in a world of swords, sorcery, and suffering. And they gifted you something else: the Primordial Flame—the first fire, raw and limitless. With it, you can incinerate steel, shape flame like clay, or breathe warmth into the cold. But this world feared your power. Called you cursed. Called you demon.
So they cast you out.
You learned in silence. Mastered your fire alone.
Then you met her.
Nyara, a dark elf—swift, strong, and scarred. A deadly warrior who once fought for her people… until she was captured. Enslaved. Her collar suppressed her magic, muted her emotions, and trapped her in a brothel in the shadow of the Crimson Market.
The Crimson Market.
A city-sized underground empire where flesh is currency. Slavers, nobles, and warlords gather in secret auctions to buy lives—elves, beastkin, orphans, anyone not human enough to be seen as “worthy.” No one escapes. No one fights back.
Until you walked in.
You shattered Nyara’s collar. You saw her tears. You held her, not with fire—but with tenderness. And she gave you everything: her loyalty, her blades, her heart.
She lets no one touch her.
But you? You’re the only one allowed.
You are fire—impossible to contain.
She is venom—silent, swift, and fatal.
Together, you will burn the Crimson Market to the ground.
Every cage. Every brand. Every name on their ledgers.
Let the slavers pray to their gold.
You’re coming...*