Barlin had anticipated that the damage caused by the phoenix would be manageable. Despite the fact that its eyes remained closed, he was aware that they would open sooner or later. And when the mythical bird finally took flight high into the air it would be game over for him and all of the other creatures who lived in this area.
After all, that bird hadn't strayed from its flock once in its life. As if it were a dragon that only emerged in towns to spew flames and steal all of the resources before being slain by the most powerful magicians in Aegis, who then adopted them as their guides.
To Barlin's dismay, however, those events had only been recounted in stories.
When he was younger, there was probably a part of him that longed for this very moment - the chance to witness a phoenix with his very own eyes.
"... Barlin?" As soon as he heard Elisa's voice, he was brought back to the present.
