Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 556

Chapter 556 124.3 - Fame (2)

<Chamber of the Emberheart, Third Week>

The chamber pulsed with ancient energy, its very walls alive with the history and power of the Emberheart lineage. The swirling fires that filled the air were not just flames—they were a manifestation of centuries of power, burning in different hues, each one a test of strength, endurance, and will.

In the center, surrounded by the blazing heat, stood Irina. Her body was drenched in sweat, her muscles trembling from the exertion, but her mind was focused, her eyes narrowed in determination.

The white fire of the chamber, the highest and most fearsome level of flame, crackled before her, its light casting eerie shadows across her face.

The burning sensation gnawed at her skin, as if every inch of her body was being seared by the flames. But there was no retreat in her. She had endured this pain for days now, and though it still hurt—though every breath felt like inhaling fire—she could feel the difference.

She was making progress.

'I must not fall behind,' she reminded herself once more, gritting her teeth against the pain. She could sense her own fire rising inside her, the flame of her lineage struggling to emerge against the overwhelming heat of the chamber.

Irina inhaled deeply, feeling the pulse of power inside her chest, and let it out slowly as she extended her hand toward the white flames. Her fire, a brilliant ember-red, ignited in her palm. She could feel its familiar warmth, the fire of her bloodline. And then, she thrust it forward to meet the white flames.

For a moment—just a fraction of a second—her fire held. It was there, blazing defiantly against the white fire that had devoured her so many times before.

'One millisecond.'

The thought flickered through her mind as her fire was consumed, extinguished as quickly as it had appeared. But she had seen it, felt it—a single moment where her flame had held, lasting just a little longer than it had the day before.

She smiled to herself, her chest heaving from the effort. One millisecond. It was barely noticeable, barely anything at all, but to Irina, it was proof. Proof that her strength was growing. Proof that she was getting closer to mastering the fire that had burned within her family for generations.

'One millisecond more than yesterday.'

Her skin still burned, the searing pain still radiating through her body, but she could feel the subtle change in her resistance. Her body was adapting. Where before she felt as though she was being consumed by the white fire, now she felt as though she was beginning to push back, if only by the smallest margin.

She ignited her fire again, this time with more resolve. It was still devoured in an instant, but she wasn't discouraged. Each attempt brought her closer, each failure was a step forward. She could feel the fire of the Emberheart bloodline surging through her veins, resisting the chamber's flames, becoming stronger, more resilient.

Irina closed her eyes, focusing inward, letting the fire burn her skin as she gritted her teeth and pushed her own flame outward. She knew what she was fighting for. She knew that this pain was temporary, and the strength she was gaining would last far beyond these moments of torment.

'Just one more millisecond. One more.'

Her fire blazed again, devoured just as quickly, but that tiny progress—one millisecond—was all she needed to push herself forward.

The next time, it would be two. Then three.

In the end, one day, her fire would be the one that would be devouring this white fire.

'Once that happens…..'

She would be the real master of Emberheart.

CREAK!

The familiar sound of the chamber door creaking open broke Irina's concentration. Her eyes snapped open, the glow of the white flames reflecting in them as she turned to face the entrance.

Esme stepped into the chamber, her presence calm and composed despite the oppressive heat that would have overwhelmed anyone else. It was a testament to her own strength that she could enter this space with such ease. The tray in her hands bore the usual items Irina needed to replenish herself after each session—vials of healing elixirs, rare herbs, and enchanted tonics crafted by the finest alchemists.

"Young Miss," Esme greeted her, her tone formal and soft. "It is time for your recovery."

Irina nodded, extinguishing her flames and letting out a slow breath as the tension in her body began to ease. Her muscles still trembled from the exertion, and her skin tingled with the sensation of having been scorched, though not quite burnt. The progress she had made in her resistance to the white fire was undeniable, but the pain was still very real.

She glanced at Esme, her body still tingling with the aftermath of the flames. "You're a little early today," Irina noted, her voice slightly raspy from the intensity of the training.

Esme offered a small, respectful bow. "I thought it prudent to ensure you had sufficient time to recover. You have been pushing yourself harder than usual."

"..." Irina did not give any answer as she looked at Esme. Recently, since she was in her family's mansion, those feelings that she had cultivated in childhood, or when she was tired, were coming back.

The memories of the time when the same person before her turned her back to her.

They were becoming vivid once more.