Chapitre 239: Phoenix Tear

Everyone watched in stunned silence as Thanar's scythe sliced through the air, connecting with the phoenix's neck and severing her head in a single, swift motion. The sheer speed and precision left them all speechless, even Sabrat, who had been the mastermind behind summoning such a formidable being. They had expected the phoenix to put up a fight, maybe even exchange a few devastating blows with the Reaper before meeting its end. But the reality of how it all unfolded—under a second, no less—left them frozen, unsure of what to say or do.

"It's done, Master," a voice rang out, breaking the spell of shock that had gripped the group. The calm tone was unmistakably Thanar's, and as they turned their gaze, they saw him standing beside the colossal body of the fallen phoenix. In death, the phoenix seemed even larger, its once-glorious form now lifeless and still, yet somehow more imposing than before.