The night was as dark as ink. The phoenix trees in Phoenix's Roost Valley whispered with the wind, as if sharing secrets.
Xylon Phoenix's order hit like a bolt of thunder, shattering the night's silence in an instant.
"The Clan Leader's command: send troops to the Lower Domain immediately and attack The Wolf Tribe."
The Phoenix Clan sentinels swiftly carried out the order, their voices echoing through the canyon.
The already assembled Phoenix Clan sentinels and elders moved out at once, flames flaring from all directions.
Soon, they gathered on the vast plaza of Phoenix's Roost Valley, united and awaiting only a single command to wash The Wolf Tribe in blood.
Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes endured waves of searing pain as she dragged herself from the ground, yet her heart was alight with pleasure, so much so that even the tattoos on her face twisted grotesquely.
She had ordered the assault on The Wolf Tribe as early as two or three days ago, but was suppressed by Soren Phoenix.
