3/7/2026, 7:48 PM
Phoenix herself is a pleasing sight, and the queen is elated at last to have their people gathered beneath a single point. She nods her head, releasing the hemet from her bow, and tries to read of the sky what prophecies the pantheon might hold for their people.
But there is only a darkness churning, underlit by ruby flames. It is terrible, and powerful all the same—its mysteries exhumed by the pious word of Phoenix Rising.
The queen cuts her gaze sharply.
“What must we do?”
But there is only a darkness churning, underlit by ruby flames. It is terrible, and powerful all the same—its mysteries exhumed by the pious word of Phoenix Rising.
The queen cuts her gaze sharply.
“What must we do?”
