While the massive great sword of Aurelus continued to radiate phoenix flame, Aurelus believed it would completely annihiliate Auren from the inside.
Sparks and embers hissed against the ruined stones of the Austerra castle, casting wild shadows across the collapsing halls.
The mad king's lips curled into a twisted grin, certain that the holy fire of the Phoenix Blood would consume his enemy whole.
Yet fate had other plans.
'What's going on?'
Something is happening before himthat he could not even explain.
SSSH~
The very flames he trusted became the missing piece in a cycle older than his throne, older than his empire. The fire did not burn Auren away.
Instead, it seeped into him, flowing like molten veins toward something hidden inside. It was fuel, not destruction.
