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.

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The sense of déjà vu was overwhelming, and Wayne couldn't help but make a comment.


The devoted Black Robe, hearing the hoarse voice, was immediately taken aback. When she lifted her head, Wayne was also stunned.


Wayne looked in surprise at the Philomena in front of him. Under the black robe was a face so aged it was nearly unrecognizable.


Her dazzling golden hair had turned dull and yellow, her eyes blood-red as if dripping blood, her cheeks gaunt and deformed causing her cheekbones to protrude, with purple-black eyeshadow, dark lipstick, and a thick foundation covering her aged appearance.


Was this still the Philomena from one of the three luxury cars?


If Wayne didn't know her from the inside out, down to every corner of her being, he would have thought she was a completely different person.


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