Bound in Ash and Moonlight
"What magic could do this?"
"That is the troubling part, My Queen," replied Lady Wisteria, Councilor of Magic. Her violet eyes glowed faintly as she spoke. "The magical signature matches nothing in our records. It is not dragon fire, nor human, nor even the wild magic of the borderlands."
"Phoenix fire," murmured Lord Rowan, Councilor of Knowledge. His skin, the colour of aged parchment, seemed to rustle as he shifted in his seat. "The pattern bears resemblance to ancient accounts of the phoenix's fire."
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