The world was silent, but the fury of the first phoenix was only beginning. The conflict had escalated beyond a missing princess; it was now a matter of the ultimate honor of the entire clan. Should Wela be allowed to walk away from her actions without facing dire consequences, the Immortal Phoenixes would become the laughingstock of Creation, a stain of disgrace they could never wash away.
The Primordial Phoenix screeched, producing an ancient, piercing sound unheard since the Dawn of Time. Wela roared back in kind, giving voice to a sound that defied all modern expectations. It was a bellow from a forgotten epoch, an age when primordial beasts trampled the earth and the heavens themselves were forced to obey or be unmade. It was a absolute declaration of war.
Inside the crumbling secret realm, Zhao Lusi's face was soaked with tears, her eyes glowing with pure murderous intent. Her father was dead, and her ancient home had been laid to waste.
