"The Council wants this one buried," Jackson said, nodding toward the man. "Literally and figuratively."
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The rain in Central City didn't just fall; it hissed against Emberly Pearson’s skin, as if trying to extinguish a fire only she could feel. As a Phoenix, death was never the end, just a messy rebirth. But tonight, the scent of ozone and burnt sugar in the air meant something else was dying. "The Council wants this one buried," Jackson said,
She stepped into the alleyway behind the Gilded Cage, her combat boots silent on the wet pavement. A man slumped against the brickwork, his shadow detached from his body and flickering like a dying candle. He was a "Lost Soul," a human whose essence had been harvested by a Greater Demon. "Ember," a gravelly voice called from the shadows. As a Phoenix, death was never the end, just a messy rebirth
"He's still breathing," Emberly countered, her fingers beginning to glow with a faint, orange heat.
Emberly slumped back, her vision blurring. She was cold now—the kind of cold that preceded the flame.