The battlefield was covered in a shimmering dust, the ashes of the Phoenix still pulsing with residual heat as the magical energy slowly dissipated into the air. Magnus stood, fists clenched and eyes wide, as if unable to comprehend what had just happened. His immortal creature, his greatest weapon, had been defeated so decisively it seemed impossible.
Vergil stood nearby, his breathing heavy, but his gaze cold. Beside him, Zuri appeared relaxed, her tail swaying slightly as she casually approached the remnants of the Phoenix.
"Well, that was disappointing," Zuri remarked, raising an eyebrow. She tilted her head, observing the glittering ashes. "This is the famous immortal Phoenix? Looks more like a poorly cooked barbecue."
Magnus gritted his teeth, his aura trembling as his rage grew. "How dare you—"
