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

Idinis crossed her arms and with half-closed eyes, assessed Sarosia through narrowed slits: "Looking at your pathetic state, it seems you've achieved nothing, he must be very disappointed in you."


Sarosia paled with shock, hurriedly wiped the ashes off her face, tidied her hair, and made her Armor look brand-new.


Idinis secretly chuckled, eager to fast forward to the end and witness Sarosia's complete downfall.


Then, to tell her that it was all Wayne's deception, that the Storm and Thunder God, a loser of the faith war, had long since perished.


Surely, the sight of Sarosia's breakdown upon learning the truth would be spectacular.


A dark spot crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.


Wayne stepped out of the pit and gave Anastasia a slight smile, sending her a telepathic transmission to check on her, relieved that she was unharmed.


Unharmed, yet trapped here with no way out.


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