Phoenix Kingdom

In ancient times, the first Lord was the sole descendant of the Phoenix itself. The Eden Bearers were a peaceful people who rarely took part in wars or conflicts with other species. They lived on a small planet far removed from civilization.

Peace had endured for centuries—until he arrived, and his blue flames consumed everything in their path.

Blinded by the Phoenix’s fire, he razed towns and attacked settlements full of innocents. He committed such terrible acts that they had to be erased from Aethra’s imperial records.

Lord Phoenix was overwhelmingly powerful. His fighting style was aggressive, swift, and agile—utterly at odds with the peace of their homeland. For the first time in centuries, they had to use their ancestral powers. Eden, one of the galaxy’s most coveted sources of energy, ran through their veins, allowing them to move and subdue any enemy with powers such as telekinesis.

Useless...

The Lord was a fortress, an impossible pillar to topple. His flames scorched his opponents and slowly began to consume the last traces of humanity left within him.

Despair corroded the Eden Bearers’ souls in those days. When they saw his silhouette moving with that cold, unhurried calm, all they could do was pray for a swift and merciful death. The elderly, children, and pregnant women were evacuated from the planet. Only the young men and women remained to defend a land whose fate had already been sealed in burning blue ink.

Their salvation came a week later.

As the sun rose over the horizon and its light began to filter between the mountains, a ship descended from the sky. Its arrival was no Eden Bearer’s, nor was the stranger a Phoenix. He was a lone man, with no army or support. He came alone.

The unknown man faced Lord Phoenix.

“Why keep choosing a path of destruction?” the stranger asked. “These people did nothing to you.”

“They were responsible for my imprisonment,” Lord Phoenix replied. “Because of them, I... became this monster.”

“They?” The stranger folded his arms. “I think that happened centuries ago, and most of the people who imprisoned you are no longer alive.”

“...”

The battle shook the very fabric of the galaxy. The planet held its breath with every tremor beneath the ground. It lasted two hours that felt like days. Blue flames swept across the sky in the shape of a majestic, withered Phoenix. The stranger summoned a strange magic no one could identify. It was golden, and everyone who saw it knew it came from a primordial age.

When the fight finally ended, Lord Phoenix fell. He crumbled into a pile of still-glowing ashes and vanished completely. The stranger lived long enough to see one last sunset before he died.

Three years later, Lord Phoenix rose from his ashes on the very ground where he had vanished. The Eden Bearers had abandoned the vast city, fleeing far enough to ensure he would never find them again. His hunger for revenge remained unsated. There, he laid the foundations of what would become the Phoenix Kingdom.