The skies above the Cenotaph Wild Lands burned brighter than they had in eons.
Clouds once murky with the residue of Ancient Slumber parted like shy curtains, revealing a crystal dome of radiant blue.
The land itself, still scarred and trembling, seemed to inhale. As if waking from a nightmare it dared not recount. Down below, the gnarled forests and jagged crags of the Cenotaph Wild Lands teemed with unease.
Evolutius Beasts- great towering things of fang and muscle- screeched with primal fear, their massive bodies curling in submission as their eyes turned upward.
Because at this moment above them soared legions of Phoenixes and Atlantians, their forms regal and their march furious.
A procession!
A gathering of flame and tide, of war and wrath!
Leading the charge was Solmyron, the Golden Pyre, the only remaining Ruler of the Acheron Phoenix Assembly.
