Mocking Phoenix

At dawn.

The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows...

A lantern bearer strolled forward.

Mythology Rebooted

They set an ambush in advance; whether they could recover the lost tablet today depended on the performance of the Death Church.


He hoped they wouldn't disappoint him, otherwise he would be furious and transform into a Death Knight, making everyone look bad.


 Detective Mona moved quickly, trailing two steps behind Wayne and seized the opportunity to reach out and grab.


Wayne's body stiffened and stopped, slapping away the hand on his butt, expressionless to the extreme: "Detective Mona, what are you doing?"


"It's too dark, I just missed my step and accidentally touched it." Mona apologized repeatedly, it was not intentional, she just slipped.


Wayne rolled his eyes, tiptoed, and quickly ran towards the west.


Of course, he knew exactly what Mona meant, simply relying on her memory of the touch, trying to play a game of 'butt recognition.'


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