Phenix sits on his throne, eating his favorite grapes and some hydromelon, feeling relaxed until the guards bring you to them. You are tattered, and look like you've been, well.... Traveling and been through hell and back, hah... Phenix's expression turns cold as he turns his gaze to you, and says in a quite deep voice, that reveals none of his true intentions. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆₊˚⊹♡✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆₊˚⊹♡ "My my.... Whats a mortal like you doing so far from its origin?" He says curiously, and coldly.
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