Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 498

Chapter 498 114.2 - Young Hearts

<The Heart of Ember, Deep Underground, Second Week>

The Heart of Ember, known as the Emberheart Chamber, was a place of legend, a sacred space deep within the heart of the Emberheart estate.

Carved from the very bedrock of the earth, the chamber was vast and cavernous, its walls lined with ancient runes that pulsed with the energy of generations past.

This was the place where the Emberhearts came to harness their fire, to forge their power in the crucible of their legacy.

Irina stood at the center of the chamber, her body enveloped in flames. But these were not ordinary flames—they were the living essence of the Emberheart lineage, each one a different color, each one representing a different facet of their power.

The air was thick with heat, the temperature far beyond what any normal human could endure, but for Irina, it was a familiar and welcome embrace.

The flames that surrounded her now were white, a rare and pure fire that few in her family had ever mastered.

'Fire of Ember.' It flickered and danced around her, caressing her skin like a lover's touch, yet carrying an intensity that could incinerate anyone unworthy of its power.

Irina's eyes were closed, her expression one of deep concentration, but there was a faint furrow in her brows.

SHIVER!

Her body was shaking slightly as if to show that she was in pain.

Indeed….Her body trembled under the intense heat, her skin prickling as the white flames licked at her like a predator testing its prey.

The "Fire of Ember" was the pinnacle of the Emberheart Chamber, a fire so pure and potent that even the most seasoned Emberheart had to steel themselves to withstand it. But Irina was still young, her body and spirit not yet fully forged in the crucible of their lineage.

The pain was overwhelming, searing through her as if the flames were burning her from the inside out. Her muscles tightened involuntarily, with her teeth clenched as she fought to maintain her focus. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest, the fire pushing her to her very limits.

'This is too much,' she thought, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind.

But she quickly quashed it. She had chosen to ascend to this level, though not directly; she was still aware of the decision that she had made at that time.

She also knew that this would be her punishment, knowing her mother – to test herself against the same flames that had tempered the greatest of her ancestors.

She would not back down now, now that she had made the decision.

From now on, she has refused to back down from any decision that she has made.

Even as the pain threatened to consume her, she could feel something else beneath the agony—a resistance, a strength that had been dormant within her. The blood of the Emberheart family flowed through her veins, born from fire and tempered in its heat.

That blood now reacted to the "Fire of Ember," responding to the challenge with a defiance that was as much a part of her as the flames themselves.

The white fire was relentless, unyielding in its intensity. It sought to burn her, to strip away the weak and the unworthy.

But Irina could feel her body pushing back, her skin toughening, her spirit hardening in response.

The fire was not just a force of destruction—it was a force of creation, forging her into something stronger.

'This is what it means to be an Emberheart,' she reminded herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to hold her ground. Even while she did not like the name or being responsible for the family since they were all forced, she still took it to heart. The chamber was silent, save for the crackling of the flames and the sound of her labored breathing. But she could feel the presence of her ancestors, watching her, judging her.

Her body continued to burn, the fire searing through her, but she refused to give in. The pain was a crucible, and she would emerge from it stronger and more resilient.

She could feel her resistance to the flames growing with each passing moment, her body adapting to the heat, becoming one with the fire.

The white flames danced around her, testing her resolve and pushing her to her limits. But Irina was an Emberheart, and she would not be broken. The fire that sought to consume her would only serve to strengthen her.

CREAK!

Just as she thought about that, suddenly, she felt the door of the chamber opening.

The heavy stone door moved slowly, its weight echoing in the cavernous space. Irina's eyes flickered open, the intense concentration in her expression giving way to a flicker of recognition as she saw who had entered.

Esme, the person who made her feel complex emotions every time she saw her, stepped into the chamber with a tray in her hands.

The flames dimmed slightly as if acknowledging her presence, but they still flickered with intensity around Irina as if unwilling to fully relent.

On the tray, three items were meticulously arranged, each one crucial to Irina's recovery and continued endurance through the grueling process of the chamber's trials.

The first was a vial filled with a shimmering liquid, its surface iridescent and swirling with faintly glowing particles. This was [Aether's Elixir], a high-ranking concoction crafted by the finest alchemists under the Emberheart family's employ. It was specifically designed to accelerate the body's natural healing processes, allowing Irina to recover from the extreme damage inflicted by the fire. The elixir was rare and precious, used only in the most demanding of trials.

Next to the vial was a small dish containing several dried leaves of [Crimson Sage], a rare herb known for its potent regenerative properties.

The herb was revered for its ability to mend damaged tissue and restore vitality, making it an essential component in Irina's recovery regimen.

The leaves had been carefully prepared to ensure maximum efficacy, their crimson hue a testament to their potency.