The Holy Phoenix stood silently amidst the sea of dead humans, their bodies crumpled to the ground in heaps. Her face was calm, her golden eyes shining with a dim light as she moved, almost like a shadow, between the crowds of terrified people. With every flick of her wrist, a life was snuffed out, the victims falling without so much as a gasp. It was swift, merciless, and utterly painless—exactly as the Holy Phoenix intended. She wasn't doing this out of cruelty; no, every death was a means to an end. She was determined to learn the name of the killer who took the life of the Heavenly Phoenix, and she would do whatever it took to reach that truth.