Synopsis
The blood phoenix's descent shakes what lies above and below. She carries the blood phoenix's mark upon her, bearing the weight of her entire clan's debt. She sheds her gentle mask without hesitation and moves through the world in white, bending empires and kingdoms with a gesture. He is a war god without defeat, without mercy in his killing. Only she stirs what lies frozen in him, and only for her does gentleness exist. Do we move as one, or become strangers walking apart? Do we turn our blades against each other instead… In this world, I shape only one…
