The Age of Phoenixes.
The mere utterance of the phrase made Arthur's blood run cold. Every nerve in his body told him to run back to that book, open every last page and absorb everything inside of it.
Towards the start of the weekend, Arthur had begun to lose interest in the book.
With good reason, too.
The old tome seemed hellbent on withholding the hordes of information stored within it, allowing him only tidbits of it when it felt like it.
Of course, now he understood why that was the case.
His first shift had meant a lot of things for him and was a crucial step in his development.
Even as he stood right now, he could feel the several torn muscles suffering the healing flames that his phoenix side circulated.
His body hadn't been ready for the transformation… This he came to learn as each cell in his body was burnt to smithereens as he went through the fiery transformation into his phoenix form.