Days had passed in the beginner cave, a sprawling dark forest teeming with tall grasses and lurking dangers.
Wallace had been diligently training his fire phoenix, battling an array of beginner baby beasts.
The forest was a maze of shadows and whispers, the tall grasses swaying like ominous sentinels.
Each day, Wallace pushed forward, his eyes ever vigilant for the creature he sought.
He had been using his phoenix tirelessly, honing its skills and increasing its strength. Now, his phoenix had reached the fifth stage of the foundation level, making it a formidable beast.
One more stage, and it would evolve into a second-winged phoenix, a rare and powerful form.