"Within our kind, though our entire species has perished, our figures and stories still live in the Northern Realm. The people we protected sing our praises, and partners with whom we shared drinks and merriment have kept to the single-password command I left behind for a thousand years. Perhaps, such an ending is the best for us of the Phoenix Species."
"Though we exhausted everything as a species and never crossed the chasm-like Mythical Rank, we unexpectedly became gods in the faith of the North Realm people. This is something countless Mythical Species, even True Gods, struggled to accomplish…"
Fisher turned his head to look at Valentina beside him. His intense questioning of the Moon Princess was not out of suspicion of her intentions; after all, so much time had passed, and delving into the sentiments left by a deceased person was utterly meaningless.
