Night, like a vast black velvet curtain, slowly descended upon the Black Stone Territory.
But this night was different from any other.
An invisible, heart-pounding power permeated the air.
Even the most oblivious farmer could sense something unusual from the anxious, low growls coming from their dog's kennel.
A crimson halo of light, like a stubborn will-o'-the-wisp on the horizon, burned without end.
The Blazing Phoenix.
It neither approached nor retreated.
As night fell, it chose to roost on a barren mountain several kilometers away.
But the Blazing Flame on its body showed no sign of abating. The light pierced the thick darkness, searing itself into the pupils of every Black Stone Knight.
It was a blatant provocation.
Raylo stood before his study window, also silently watching that distant Flame.
The Phoenix's intentions were already clear.
It was waiting.
