Flames burn, heaven and earth tremble.Ilea hovers above the wasteland, her blazing wings spread behind her as if tearing through the boundaries of reality. The Falling Star Cursed Seal has fully awakened, her skin glowing, and what flows through her veins is not blood, but the spiritual flame of the phoenix - it scorches her consciousness and awakens the destructive factors dormant deep in the divine blood."Lucian..." she murmurs softly, but can no longer feel his presence.He lies on the scorched earth, his chest heaving violently, his expression dazed and entranced - traces of lingering desire despite being burned by her spiritual flame. His lips still carry her scent, and his palm tightly grips a wisp of feathered flame she dropped while casting a spell earlier.But at this moment, Ilea has already lost control.Her pupils have turned into burning golden rings, her once soft hair now floats erratically, like waves of flame in a storm. Dense cursed marks appear on every inch of her skin, no longer just marks of corruption, but curses inscribed by the joint hands of gods and demons."Kill..." she whispers, her voice cold, confused, yet enchantingly captivating.The eclosion process is the ultimate awakening of the phoenix bloodline tracing back to its divine origin. But if initiated while the fire of desire still burns, it will trigger - soul-devouring backlash.The surrounding sky begins to collapse, the earth cracks. The remaining warriors in the distance watch in horror, yet no one dares to approach. They know that she is no longer Ilea, but -"The Soul-Burning Phoenix."At this moment, a deep and powerful roar comes from the north, as if tearing through the entanglement of the sea of fire."Ilea·Burning Blood - if you continue, the entire Northern Realm will cease to exist!"It is a man's voice, steady as a mountain, cold as ice.In the next instant, a silver figure riding a frost wolf pierces through the air, armored and spear in hand, towards Ilea's divine flame core.The commander of the Northern Realm Knight Order - Turka, has finally appeared!His spear glimmers with cold iron light, every inch of its casting patterns derived from the alchemical runes of the old world. He is the last guardian of order, chosen to carry out the sole mission -Sever the phoenix's eclosion, stop the regeneration of the divine blood."Get lost!" Ilea roars, and with a flap of her wings, flames sweep out like a sea wave.Turka advances instead of retreating, crosses his arms, spins his spear into a shield, and takes the first wave of spiritual flame. His armor sizzles from the burning, yet his face remains un unmoved."You shouldn't be like this." he says."Do you think you still know me?" Ilea grits her teeth, the cursed seal burns to the extreme, the runes on her breasts and lower abdomen throbbing as if about to burst, "I'm just a in this blood moon game.""Then let me, end this game with my own hands."Turka leaps, his spear stabbing straight at her heart!At that moment -Ilea's body jerks violently, the spiritual flame suddenly goes out of control, turning into a crimson explosive storm that instantly engulfs both of them. She arches in pain, her consciousness on the edge as if cut by a blade, every gasp accompanied by illusions intertwined with desire and death."Lucian..." she murmurs, clutching a corner of the spiritual flame's core, as if trying to pull herself back to reality, "Don't... give up on me..."The flames gradually fade.But the eclosion is not yet over.She hovers in the air, her naked body covered in post-burning cracks, blood and flame intertwined. Turka lies on the ground, half of his shoulder armor melted, blood gushing out.And she finally lands, walking step by step towards Lucian - the only obsession that can awaken her.She whispers in his ear:"I remember you, it's you... who made me become a phoenix."Their lips touch, and the spiritual flame rises again.But this time, she is no longer out of control.She guides his hand to her blazing chest, their palms the throbbing core of the burning curse - making him the true catalyst for the eclosion.In the sky, the blood moon slowly fades, replaced by a pair of golden wings slowly folding.Her voice is gentle, as if fully awakened:"I am not a plaything of the gods. I will... burn all deities to ashes."
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