A crying phoenix rose up to the sky, its radiance everlasting and its cries piercing. But it soon ended with the slash of a knife's glowing edge.
Blood flew out like a fountain, red trailed with the flap of the Phoenix's weakening wing, and with a desperate cry a boy's voice echoed, "PHOENIX SLAUGHTER!"
A boy garbed in simple clothing stood at the peak of the highest mountains. He was unafraid as he faced the might of the legendary beast, his cries did not falter nor died out against the other, he was prepared to fight it without limiting himself.
A single war cry against a bloody beast echoed for hundreds of kilometers. With his cry the knife and the dying blaze of the Phoenix's lifeblood prepared to clash once again, in this valley of dreams that expanded for thousands of kilometers, the boy was prepared to repeat the triumphant dream he held deep within.
