Lair of the Phoenix

The path towards where the phoenix lived was almost akin to walking up the path to a volcano. Of course, things were not that simple here in the underworld. Had I been a mortal taking these trials, I would have had a much tougher time passing through. My only real challenge will be with the phoenix itself.

As soon as I reach the top of the volcano, I take a deep breath. I have rarely ventured here. The only time our kind has ever entered the lands ruled by the phoenix has been in times of war. Although such hasn't happened in a long time, we and the phoenix are quite stubborn creatures. That stubbornness has led to many arguments and skirmishes between us, with neither side ever admitting to being wrong or seeking forgiveness.

In other words, there is still no peace between our races.

Even I, in my time, have done the same. Now that I need their aid, I have my doubts they will give it willingly. No doubt will they attack me on sight, or else insult me in more ways than I might usua