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

I really arrived too late this time, at least twenty years too late.


The bodies of the twelve Holy Maiden candidates have long been buried in the Misty Hidden Forest, eroded by darkness and death, with nothing left.


Wayne thought it was a pity, as he consecutively signed contracts, the scene before his eyes flashed by, and one by one, ethereal figures solidified nearby.


The twelve Holy Maiden candidates had died many years ago, at least twenty years, and time had made them forget their memories from life, existing only as Resentful Spirits.


They were able to remain for such a long time, in part because they had Phoenix bloodlines, and on the other hand, the darkness and Death Power of the Misty Hidden Forest were indispensable.


In the darkness, perhaps even Heaven pitied them, waiting for Wayne to get the resurrection 'rebirth entry ticket'.


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