"The Phoenix's wings seemed so fragile under the terror of myth, the war of stars had nearly drained the Northern Realm of its spirit, and yet, an even more terrifying battle awaited us in the future. That sense of helplessness, having to watch with open eyes as the Phoenix and the Northern Realm perished, birthed despair and... unconventional swordplay."
Fisher narrowed his eyes, the Wutong Tree remained shrouded in inky silence, only the words of the Moon Princess breathing life through Valentina's vocal cords,
