Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 712 - 714

Flames that were not just destruction, but creation.

A voice, his voice, speaking words in a language he did not understand but had once known.

And then,

Pain.

A fracture.

A tearing.

And then, **nothing.**

Jude staggered, gasping as the vision faded. His knees threatened to buckle, but he forced himself to stay upright. Mira's grip was still on his wrist. Eldara and Vaelin stood ready, their bodies tense, their weapons drawn.

But the figures in the city, they simply **waited.**

Jude exhaled shakily. "What… was that?"

The tallest figure watched him with something almost like amusement. "A flicker."

Jude's hands trembled. He curled his fingers into fists to steady himself. The fire inside him was no longer just reacting to this place, it was **calling** to it.

Or perhaps, the place was calling to **him.**

Vaelin spoke for the first time. "If you know who he is, what he is, then tell him."

The figure's expression did not change. "That is not for me to give. Only he can take it."

Jude gritted his teeth. "I don't have time for, "

The world **shifted.**

Not the way it had when they'd been pulled into this place. Not the way the ocean had turned to solid black beneath them.

This was **inside him.**

His fire **turned against him.**

Not in attack. Not in rejection.

But in **force.**

It **moved.**

Not just as an extension of him, but **as something separate.**

Jude gasped as heat flooded his veins, not burning, not painful, but overwhelming. The fire had always been his. Always obeyed him. But now,

Now it **wasn't just his.**

Now it was **awakening.**

The figures in the city **felt it.**

The tallest one **bowed.**

Not just an acknowledgment. Not just a gesture.

A **submission.**

"The exile ends," it said. "The lost flame returns."

Jude's breath came hard and fast. He tried to suppress the fire, to push it back, but it **would not be contained.** It surged through him, around him, **beyond him.**

The sky cracked.

The buildings trembled.

The figures did not move.

Jude clenched his jaw, his entire body shaking. "What… am I?"

The tallest figure lifted its head.

"You are what you have always been."

The words burned into his mind like truth.

Like **memory.**

And in that moment,

Jude **remembered.**

Not all of it. Not everything.

But enough.

He remembered **fire.**

He remembered **power.**

He remembered **who he had been.**

And why he had been **cast out.**

The world **shattered.**

And then,

Darkness.

Silence.

And the sound of **his own heartbeat.**

The first thing he became aware of was heat, not the suffocating kind, not the kind that burned, but something deeper. It was woven into him, into his breath, into the very air around him. His body felt weightless, suspended in a space that was neither here nor there, as if he had been severed from time itself. Then came the sound, distant at first, like a whisper traveling through endless voids.

Jude opened his eyes.

Except, he wasn't sure if they were open or closed. The darkness was absolute, but it wasn't empty. It pulsed, shifting like a living thing, curling around him as if it had been waiting.

And then, **it spoke.**

Not in words, not in a voice, but in **knowing.** A presence that pressed against him, inside him, through him.

**You return.**

The fire in his veins reacted immediately, coiling, shifting, answering in ways Jude did not understand. The presence around him **approved.**

**You have been lost. You have been fractured. But you are no longer nothing.**

Jude's jaw clenched. "I don't understand."

The darkness shuddered. **You do. You are simply afraid.**

Something burned in his chest, a sensation too familiar to be ignored. It wasn't just the fire that had always lived inside him. It was something **older.** Something that had been waiting for him to wake up.

**You were made for this.**

Jude exhaled sharply. "Made for what?"

The presence curled around him, pressing against his thoughts, peeling back something he had buried deep. The memories came in flashes, glimpses of things that did not belong to the life he had known.

**A world made of fire and shadow.**

**A throne that had never been his to take.**

**A betrayal. A punishment. A fall.**

Pain seared through him. He staggered, except he had no body here. He had no form. He was only thought, only existence.

**You were cast out. But nothing can erase what you are.**

His heartbeat thundered. The fire inside him surged again, and with it came the weight of understanding, of truth, of something he had spent his entire life unknowingly running from.

"I was…" His throat felt tight. "I was here before."

**You were always here. Even when you were not.**

The words mirrored what the figures in the city had told him. And now, he understood why.

Jude's fingers curled into fists, not just in defiance, but in **recognition.**

"I was banished," he said slowly, testing the weight of the truth on his tongue. "I was **broken.** Separated from…" He hesitated. "From myself."

The darkness pulsed.

**And yet, you are whole again.**

Jude's body, his true body, ached to move. He wasn't sure how long he had been in this void, how long he had been drifting between what he knew and what he had lost. But one thing was clear.

He could not stay here.

He **would not** stay here.

The fire inside him roared in agreement.

"How do I get out?"

The darkness shifted. **You do not escape. You return.**

The heat in his chest surged, the space around him growing tighter, heavier. The void cracked, not physically, not in a way that could be seen, but in a way that **was felt.**

A sound, distant, urgent, cut through the silence.

Someone calling his name.

Mira.

The void shuddered again. The presence **recoiled.**

Jude took a step forward **and fell.**

The world snapped back into existence in an instant. He gasped as cold air filled his lungs, as weight crashed onto his shoulders. His body, his real body, was there again. Solid. Tangible. **Alive.**

And he was **not alone.**

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