My girlfriend is trapped in my superpower

The Guild tower always looked like a fortress trying too hard to impress itself—stone walls wrapped in iron vines of enchanted steel, runes burning faintly across its surface like restless fireflies. Normally, walking through its gates filled me with a weird mix of dread and pride. Tonight, all I felt was the weight of everyone's stares.

Not on me. On her.

Lyra walked at my side like she had been doing it all her life, golden eyes drinking in the marble floors and banners of ancient heroes. Her smirk never wavered, even when Mira's glare tried to burn a hole through her skull.

"Try not to look so smug," I muttered under my breath. "They already want me dead. No need to help them."

"Oh, come on, Kael," she whispered back, lips curling. "Don't tell me you're not enjoying the way their jaws are dropping. I should charge admission."

Bram snorted behind us. "She's got a point. Everyone's staring like you dragged home a goddess."

Mira shot him a look that said shut up or die. He wisely shut up.

We reached the council chamber—tall, circular, with a ceiling painted to look like the stars themselves. Five Guildmasters sat on thrones carved from obsidian, their eyes sharp enough to cut through bone.

The one in the center, Master Darius, leaned forward. His silver beard caught the torchlight as his voice thundered:

"Kael . You were tasked with escorting Lucien Blackwell and his cargo. You return with casualties, destruction in your wake… and this." His finger stabbed toward Lyra.

The silence that followed could have crushed a lesser man.

Lyra only tilted her head, smiling sweetly. "This? Rude. I have a name, you know."

The chamber buzzed with murmurs. A Guildmaster on the left leaned in, whispering urgently to another. Darius's glare sharpened. "Then speak it, girl."

"Lyra," she said smoothly, stepping forward with her usual dangerous grace. "Bound to Kael, heart and soul. Part of him, you might say. Wherever he goes, I go. Wherever he burns, I burn." Her golden eyes flared like a torch. "I am Voidflame."

The word cracked through the chamber like lightning.

Gasps. Shouts. One Guildmaster actually stood, fists slamming the table.

Darius's face was carved stone, but his voice held thunder. "Voidflame is a myth. A curse! And if you are what you claim…" His eyes slid to me, cold and heavy. "Then you, boy, are walking disaster."

I swallowed hard, heat prickling down my spine. Lyra just laughed softly, the sound equal parts mockery and music.

"Well," she murmured in my ear, her breath warm against my skin. "At least we've got their attention."

The word *Voidflame* still hung in the air like a blade waiting to fall. Darius leaned forward, eyes like stormclouds about to break. "If you truly are—"

The doors to the chamber exploded inward.

A deafening boom shook the marble floors, spraying dust and shards of ironwood across the room. Figures surged through the smoke — cloaked, armored, their masks carved with snarling beasts. Their weapons crackled with black fire.

"Guild dogs!" one of them bellowed. "Hand over the Heir of the Flame, and no one else has to die."

Every Guildmaster shot to their feet, the council erupting into chaos. Guards rushed in, clashing steel against the intruders' corrupted magic. Sparks lit the chamber like a storm of stars.

My heart slammed against my ribs. Heir of the Flame. They meant… ME.

Lyra's golden eyes gleamed dangerously. "See? I told you," her voice purred in my head, though her lips never moved. "You're more important than you think, Kael."

"Not helping," I hissed, summoning my magic into my palms. Voidflame licked at my fingertips, wild and unstable, threatening to break loose.

Mira drew her twin blades, expression colder than ice. "Kael—stay close. If they're here for you, you're not leaving my sight."

"Fat chance," Bram grunted, already hurling a bolt of molten rock at the attackers. "Kid's mine to guard too."

One of the masked invaders lunged straight at me. His blade howled with corrupted mana, slicing toward my throat— and Lyra moved.

She didn't just stand there, smirking. She surged forward, her form blurring into flame, meeting the blade with her bare hand. Sparks screamed against her skin, but she didn't even flinch.

"Pathetic," she whispered, before shoving him back with an eruption of golden fire.

The man screamed as the Voidflame ate through his weapon, his mask, his body—gone in seconds.

The whole chamber froze. Even the Guildmasters looked shaken. Lyra turned, smiling sweetly as if she'd just introduced herself all over again. "What? He was rude."

Another wave of masked figures burst through the shattered doors. The floor cracked under the force of their corrupted magic.

Darius's voice boomed: "Protect the Guild! Do not let them take the boy!"

And just like that, the council chamber became a battlefield. Chaos erupted in the chamber. Steel clashed, spells tore through the air, and the Guild's banners caught fire as masked invaders swarmed in.

Mira's blades whirled in precise arcs, cutting down attackers with ruthless efficiency. Bram roared like a mountain splitting apart, slamming a fist into the ground — molten stone erupted beneath three intruders, swallowing them whole.

But they kept coming.

One masked fighter darted past the guards, eyes locked on me. "The Heir belongs to us!" he snarled.

My chest tightened. "Heir. Again."

I lifted my hand — unstable flame surged out, searing the marble tiles black. The man screamed as the fire wrapped around him, his body collapsing into ash before he hit the floor.

The chamber went silent for half a heartbeat. Then Lyra smirked, standing over the cinders. "You're finally getting the hang of it."

The last few attackers faltered as the Guildmasters themselves struck — Darius with a wall of spectral wolves, Helena with her spear of light, even old Master Garrick crushing two men at once with sheer brute force. Within moments, the remaining masked invaders were either dead or fleeing back into smoke.

The heavy doors slammed shut behind them. I stood in the wreckage, chest heaving, flame still flickering around my hands. The smell of scorched stone and blood choked the air.

Darius stepped forward, gaze sharp as a blade. "They knew. They came for you."

Helena's jaw clenched. "And they called him… Heir."

The word rang in my skull, heavier than any weapon. Heir. Of what? The Voidflame? Of someone—or something—I didn't even understand?

Mira sheathed her swords, eyes darting between me and Lyra. "Kael… there's something you're not telling us."

I swallowed hard. Lyra only tilted her head, golden eyes gleaming with infuriating amusement.

"Oh, I could explain everything," she whispered in my mind, her voice like silk over flame. "But where's the fun in that?"

And then, just as the tension peaked, a messenger stumbled into the ruined hall, bleeding and pale.

"The eastern wards—" he gasped, collapsing to one knee. "They've been breached."

The Guildmasters exchanged grim looks.

This wasn't over. Whoever wanted me wasn't going to stop.

The guild master stiffened. " This was only the beginning." Darius said grimly. His gaze flicked to me, uncomfortably sharp. "And you, boy… may be the reason our enemies are moving."

The weight of his word settled over me like a curse. The messenger's words sucked the air from the chamber.

"The eastern wards…" Helena whispered. "That's the city's heart. If they fall—"

"They won't." Darius's staff struck the ground like a thunderclap. "Not while we draw breath."

The Guild scrambled into motion. Commanders barked orders, apprentices rushed with weapons and scrolls, and the floor vibrated as ancient seals awakened. Through it all, eyes kept darting back to me.

Lyra stretched lazily inside my chest, her voice dripping with amusement. "You feel that? Everyone here's scared of you now. Delicious."

"I don't want them scared of me," I muttered under my breath.

"Too late, sweetheart."

Mira's hand landed firmly on my shoulder. She didn't look afraid — she looked determined. "You're with us. Don't forget that."

Bram cracked his knuckles. "If the wards are down, we'll need your fire more than ever, Kael. Don't choke."

We ran. The Guild's great hall shook with distant booms as we charged through winding corridors toward the eastern wall. By the time we reached the gates, the sky outside was ablaze.

The wards shimmered weakly overhead, fractured like broken glass. Black shapes moved against the barrier, pounding at the cracks. Each strike sent shockwaves through the air, rattling my bones.

I froze. They weren't men. They weren't beasts. They were… things.

Elongated bodies, mouths that opened too wide, shadows dripping from their claws. Magic-siphoners — the same abominations I fought in the alley on my first mission. But stronger. Hungrier.

Dozens of them. One smashed its claw into the barrier. Another crack split the sky.

"Positions!" Garrick roared.

Mira's blades lit up in a whirl of sparks. Bram planted his fists against the ground, veins glowing like molten iron. Helena's spear gleamed brighter than the moon.

Darius's eyes burned. "Kael. The Voidflame."

My chest tightened. They expected me to unleash it. Here, in front of everyone.

"Go on," Lyra whispered, her tone suddenly softer. "Show them what we can do. Let me stretch my wings, Kael. You've been holding back."

The sky cracked again. The barrier trembled.

Mira shouted over the chaos, "Kael! Now or never!"

I raised my hands — and black fire surged upward, licking the fractured wards like wildfire. The Voidflame didn't just mend the cracks… it devoured them, searing the creatures' claws until they shrieked and recoiled.

For a moment, silence. Then every monster threw itself at the barrier at once.

The ground shook. The wards screamed and the eastern wall of the city exploded into night.