SSS Rank Dragon Tamer: Unleashed
Chapter 65: Resonances

Chapter 65: Resonances

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Fenna obeyed, stepping barefoot into the center. The heat here was different, it was concentrated, deliberate. It curled along her calves, tugged at her chest.

The Matron’s wings spread wide. She began to move. One slow step forward. One sweeping motion of her neck. Her talons scraped rhythm into the stone.

Fenna blinked. "I’m supposed to copy you?"

"No. You are supposed to feel me. Then answer."

The first time Fenna tried to follow the rhythm, she stumbled. Her foot caught a ripple of molten stone. Her motion was stiff. Wrong. Emberling tilted her head, confused.

"Stop thinking," the Matron chided. "Let the flame speak."

Fenna closed her eyes. She inhaled the ash. Exhaled her doubts. And then she began to move.

Her arms swung in gentle arcs. Her steps matched the slow thrum in her chest. A swirl of flame licked around her ankles, not to harm her but to accompany.

She moved again. Twirled. Sank into a crouch. Rose with a spin.

The volcano responded.

Waves of heat lifted around her like breathless applause.

The Matron’s voice echoed. "Now the child. Dance with her."

Fenna reached out a hand. Emberling waddled into the circle, her baby claws clicking on the stone.

The chick mimicked her steps in miniature, flapping her wings and chirping in delight.

Their movements began to sync. A spiraling duet of heat and instinct. One step—two—spin. A flutter, a leap, a mirrored chirp.

It was clumsy but It was beautiful. It was like two flames becoming one.

By the end, both lay exhausted in the circle. Fenna sprawled on the stone, Emberling curled on her stomach.

The Matron smiled, though her voice carried a fading edge. "You are more than worthy. She is yours now. Fully."

Fenna glanced up, chest rising and falling. "I still feel... her fire. In me."

"You always will," said the Matron. "And she will feel yours."

She took a slow breath, feathers dimming. "Tomorrow, I will show you the rites of feeding, flight guidance, and flame sharpening. But tonight... rest. You’ve crossed the threshold."

Fenna held Emberling close. The chick’s warmth felt like home. Her fingers tingle, still alive with ember residue. Her soul no longer buzzed, instead it burned steady.

She wasn’t just the girl with A-rank affinity anymore. She was something more. A reborn flame. A baby phoenix mother.

The next morning inside the volcanic heart, Fenna awoke not to light, but to warmth. The stone slab beneath her pulsed faintly with inner fire, like a heartbeat humming through the mountain itself. Emberling lay sprawled across her chest, chirping softly in her sleep, tiny wings twitching as if dreaming of flight.

Above them, the Ember Matron stood vigil. Her vast silhouette shimmered against the molten lake’s glow, wings folded like the mantle of an empress awaiting the rise of her heir.

"You did well," the Matron said, her voice gentle yet reverent. "You survived and learned the flame."

Fenna sat up slowly, brushing soot from her arms. Today her skin felt different. It was smooth but warm, as though heat lived beneath it. Her hair became dark black and it shimmered with dark red streaks under the chamber light. When she breathed, the air in front of her seemed to ripple faintly.

"I feel... different," she whispered.

"You are," the Matron said. "The True Phoenix Flame has awakened the buried seed within you. Your affinity has transformed. No longer A-rank. No longer within human scale. What you hold now is resonance."

Fenna’s eyes glowed faintly red. She touched her chest. "Resonance?"

"You will not command fire," the Matron continued. "You will live with it. Move with it. When my child grows, your flame will grow with her. And if either of you are in danger, the other will feel it."

Emberling rolled over and gave a lazy chirp, as if agreeing.

"Now," the Matron said, "the final lesson begins. Rise. Let the child follow."

Fenna stood. Emberling hopped down beside her, wobbling on two fat feet, shedding tiny motes of glowing ash as she waddled.

The Matron’s wings lifted, casting shadows across the molten chamber.

"This is not a technique to be memorized," she said softly, her voice crackling like tinder in low wind. "It is the resonance. Between your flame... and hers."

Fenna stood at the center, Emberling nestled at her feet, the tiny phoenix chick’s downy feathers pulsing with flickers of heat.

The Matron began to walk, not with formality but with rhythm—each step matched the low thrum of the earth’s heat beneath them. Her feathers shimmered in orange and crimson, the air dancing around her like fire drawn to a song only she could sing.

"Breathe with her. Move with her," the Matron whispered. "You are no longer separate flames. You are a shared Ember."

Fenna closed her eyes. She inhaled. Not just air, but warmth, heat that pulsed beneath the stone, that radiated from Emberling’s tiny chest. When she exhaled, her breath aligned with the little chick’s chirp.

She stepped forward. Emberling waddled too.

Fenna raised one hand, flame trailed its path. Emberling stretched a wing, a thread of heat echoing her motion.

They moved again.

Step, breathe, lean. Emberling spun with a squeak. Heat arced between them in invisible lines, reacting, reshaping, softening.

They weren’t perfect in the beginning, Emberling tripped. Fenna stumbled. But the flame didn’t lash out, it waited.

Fenna reached down and lifted Emberling into her arms. The phoenix nuzzled her chest, heartbeats syncing. Her own flame pulsed stronger in response.

Then it happened.

Fenna’s chest fluttered as something invisible clicked into place—like a lock sliding into alignment after years of tension. The warmth between her and Emberling no longer came from just physical nearness. It pulsed in rhythm. Like breath. Like flame recognizing flame.

She gasped, not in pain or surprise, but in awe.

Her skin prickled, not from heat but from the connection between them.

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