The Phoenix Mother's painting was the largest of all. It stood more off to the side, so it was hidden from the viewers that had just entered the hall.
The image of the Phoenix was that of a soaring bird. Its beak was silver-white like the color of the moon, its body flaming red and orange like a volcanic eruption. Its feathers trailed down its wings like rivulets of lava, the edges of its chest purple like the twilight sky.
Three bright yellow tail feathers sprung out at the end, with its brown talon at the bottom, sharp and deadly.
Alex narrowed his eyes, getting closer toward the talons. Looking at them up close, they looked more like tree trunks than anything, making him wonder just how big the thing was supposed to be.
Up close, the aura left behind by the painter when he painted this was faint now, but Alex could barely make out something.
Respect and reverence.
Whoever the painter was, they truly believed the Phoenix Mother to be the mother of all beasts.
