A wave of ice-blue mist spread through the air, freezing the expressions of the Imperial soldiers guarding the lord's estate.
Then came the chaotic fire—rolling across their bodies, devouring flesh and bone. One by one, the NPCs were incinerated into ash, their final screams drenched in despair.
Bradley blinked, then let out a long breath. "Finally... a chance to rest."
Ignis flapped up to Orson's head, chirping excitedly as it pecked messily at his hair.
"Chirp! Chirp-chirp!"
Orson smiled and reached up, stroking the bird's fluffy crown. Ignis squinted contentedly, enjoying the attention.
After nearly eight hours of nonstop carnage, the phoenix had only reached level 29—much slower than Orson had expected.
