Chapter 175: Fire Compression

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Chloro watched the small flame in Jelo’s palm for a few more seconds.

The flame stayed steady.

Small. Calm. Controlled.

Finally, Chloro nodded.

“Good.”

Jelo slowly let the flame fade and lowered his hand, breathing out in relief. The tension he’d been holding across his shoulders for the past hour finally loosened, if only slightly. Keeping a flame that still required this much concentration. Not letting it grow. Not letting it die. Just holding it in that narrow middle space.

“That… was harder than I expected,” he admitted.

Chloro turned around and walked toward the center of the yard again.

“That was only the foundation,” he said. “Now we move to the next stage.”

Jelo straightened immediately.

“Fire compression.”

Chloro raised one finger, and a flame appeared again. This time, however, the flame did not grow outward like normal fire. Instead, it began to shrink.

The fire twisted inward, becoming smaller and smaller.

But the heat in the air suddenly increased.

Jelo could feel it from three steps away. A dry, pressing warmth that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Like standing closer to a furnace even though the source was somehow getting further away.

“How is it getting hotter if it’s getting smaller?” he asked.

“Because I’m compressing it,” Chloro replied calmly.

The small flame continued shrinking until it was no bigger than a tiny bead.

But the air around it shimmered from the intense heat. The light itself seemed to bend slightly near Chloro’s fingertip, like the space around it couldn’t quite hold still.

“Fire normally spreads outward,” Chloro explained. “But when you force it inward, you increase its density. The smaller it becomes, the hotter and more powerful it gets.”

Jelo stared at it. He understood the words. He wasn’t sure he fully believed them yet.

The bead of fire suddenly stretched into a thin shape.

A bullet.

Chloro flicked his hand forward.

FWOOOM!

The fire bullet shot across the yard faster than an arrow and struck the metal turret.

BOOM!

A smoking hole appeared through the thick metal. Edges blackened, curling slightly inward from the force of it. The impact didn’t leave a scorch mark. It left a puncture.

Jelo’s eyes widened.

“That’s… insane.”

Chloro lowered his hand.

“If you master compression, your flames will become far more dangerous,” he said. “Instead of wasting energy with large explosions, you focus the power into a single point.”

He looked at Jelo.

“Your turn.”

Jelo raised his hand again. A normal flame appeared in his palm. Orange. Familiar. He’d summoned it hundreds of times by now, enough that it came almost without thinking. The compression part was what he had no frame for.

“First step,” Chloro said, “stop the flame from spreading.”

Jelo focused.

The flame flickered as he tried to keep it from growing. He thought about walls. About edges. About holding something in place rather than letting it do what it naturally wanted to do.

“Now compress it.”

Jelo clenched his fingers slightly, concentrating.

The flame trembled.

Then it suddenly grew larger.

WHOOSH!

Chloro shook his head immediately.

“You’re forcing it. Compression requires control, not brute strength.”

Jelo exhaled sharply. That was the instinct, though. Push harder. Apply more pressure. He understood in theory that wasn’t the answer. His hands didn’t seem to know that yet.

Jelo took a breath and tried again.

Another flame appeared in his hand.

This time he focused on pushing the fire inward instead of squeezing it. Like folding something rather than crushing it. Like gathering rather than strangling.

The flame slowly began shrinking.

Jelo’s eyes widened slightly.

“It’s working…”

But suddenly—

POOF.

The flame vanished.

Jelo groaned.

“I lost it.”

Chloro nodded.

“That means you removed too much heat.”

He pointed at Jelo’s hand again.

“Again.”

Jelo created another flame. He tried to hold onto what he’d felt in that brief moment before it disappeared. There had been something there. A sensation of inward pressure, of the fire responding to intention rather than force. He chased that feeling.

This time he carefully pushed the fire inward.

The flame slowly shrank.

Smaller.

Smaller.

Sweat rolled down Jelo’s forehead as he concentrated. His jaw was tight. He could feel how thin the margin was — the distance between holding it and losing it entirely felt like a line he could barely see.

The flame became the size of a marble.

Then a pebble.

Then—

It suddenly shot outward and exploded into sparks.

Jelo stumbled back a half step, throwing his arm up on instinct.

Chloro watched calmly.

“That’s progress,” he said.

Jelo blinked. “Progress? That almost blew up in my face.”

“Which means you actually compressed it for a moment,” Chloro replied. “Long enough for the energy to accumulate. That’s the first real step.”

Jelo looked at his hand. His palm was unburned — his own fire didn’t hurt him, hadn’t for a long time — but there was a faint heat still radiating from his skin. He hadn’t imagined it. He had actually compressed it.

He just hadn’t been able to hold it.

“Again.”

He created another flame.

This time he focused harder than before. Not on forcing, not on squeezing. On precision. On the gap between control and effort. He thought about the bead on Chloro’s finger. How still it had been. How contained.

The fire slowly shrank.

The air around his hand began to shimmer from the heat.

Chloro’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He didn’t speak. Jelo was in the middle of something fragile and interrupting it now could unravel the whole thing. He just watched. Measured.

The flame was getting smaller.

And smaller.

Jelo’s breathing slowed on its own. His focus narrowed down until the only thing in the yard was the fire in his hand and the thin thread of intention holding it together.

For the first time…

Jelo had actually started compressing it.

“Good,” Chloro said quietly.

“But don’t lose control now.”

The tiny flame trembled in Jelo’s palm like a miniature star.

One wrong move…

And it would explode.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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