O ninho, before a sacred altar of rebirth and fire, seemed to shrink before the

O ninho, before a sacred altar of rebirth and fire, seemed to shrink before the presence of the presence of the presence Of the mother Phoenix, whose flames flickered in distorted tones, oscillating between divine gold and deep black, as if something impure were trying to corrupt it inside. For hours she was squirming, feeling a lot of pain before laying the egg, this will never happen. When the time came, a scream crossed the sky - not a song majestic, but a scream of pain and despair. The mountain trembled as if trying to resist what was about to be born. The surrounding fire no longer danced gracefully; now it is twisted in chaotic shapes, spitting blue sparks that transformed into shadows in the air. Then, between an explosion of Embers and a very strong blinding flash hit all the phoenixes here they were here in venue, killing them instantly, I myself almost died together, the egg had been laid. But unlike the other Phoenix eggs, that shone like miniature suns, this was an anomaly. Its waterfall was as black as absolute darkness, covered by red veins that pulsated like living arteries. Around him, the flames didn't burn out—they died out, as if the very essence of fire was being devoured. As soon as she laid it, just one more egg came out, this was a normal egg, this one looked like a small sun, filled with harmonic energy, entretanto, considerably weaker in energy than the black egg, he was fighting to stay alive, so as not to be corrupted. A The Phoenix that laid these eggs fell dead, and contrary to what happened, your body didn't turn to ashes, it was decaying like any other being, as well as the other phoenixes that were hit by the explosion.

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