A pair of eyes watched the distant continent!
The air distorted around them, flames curling in slow spirals as if reluctant to exist beside such overwhelming wrath.
Azuryan the Verdant Flame watched.
From her perch high above the drifting clouds, her wings were folded in silence, the tips blazing green.
She hovered alone at the front of a burning sky filled with over three thousand phoenixes behind her.
Their feathers blazed with hues of green and gold as they looked mystical and filled with glory!
She had not come to admire.
Her mission was vengeance.
For the Triarcan Keep, they had decided for Solmyron, her counterpart, to go and oversee!
Azuryan…she had unfinished business. Unquenched fury!
Ayan was dead, alongside her legion as she now tracked down the culprit.
She could sense the Legion of Phoenixes that were likely under his mind control even now, similar to the Phoenixes she had to kill personally because of this enemy!
Azuryan did not rage.
