Incendiary

The fires didn't end the world. They just ended the illusion that it could be saved.

Whole cities fell in days. Flames swallowed streets, homes, and lives with nothing more than a hiss and a crackle. In the ashes, someone had to stay behind - to contain it, clean it, pretend it could be controlled.

That's where the Spatesmiths came in. We were supposed to be the line between order and collapse.

We told ourselves the world still needed saving. That we could rebuild something from the ruins.

But...