In the sky, a Rot-filled phoenix shot down flames that transformed everything they touched into monstrous horrors. The creature lamented its own misery as it burned, its hideous wings spreading across the sky while its corrupted body continued to deteriorate.
Its power was so deadly that anyone below a certain rank who came into contact with its flames became a corrupted entity. However, the more its corruption spread, the weaker it became, and the suffering it endured only grew worse as its end approached.
For whatever reason, it had been targeting Evangeline.
But she had managed to defeat it.
Her aura had now reached the Seventh Class Advancement, yet Evangeline felt more distraught than triumphant. She could hardly understand what was happening around her, and the increase in her power did nothing to ease the fear gnawing at her heart.
All she could think about was Ranar, who had been taken away, and Luna, who, much like her, had fallen into the hands of a god.
