1860 Toll of the Void (Part 2)

The four jets of fire kept growing as the Overlord kept feeding them yet they didn't burn Raaz's skin, no matter how many times their flames touched his body. Once each one of the small pillars reached the size of their respective missing limb, they suddenly extinguished.

In their place, there were now four long bundles of black feathers that reminded Lith of feather dusters from historical dramas. Also, they reminded him of the feathers that now decorated his own body and that he had already seen on his Voidfeather Dragon form.

"Black Feathers? Is Dad a Phoenix of Darkness?" Lith asked.

"No." Salaark chuckled, lowering her arms now that her work was done. "If he really was Sinmara's long-lost offspring, I doubt that she would have let either of you leave the Desert. She's very protective of her Featherlings.

"Your father belongs to the Dark Phoenix bloodline whose powers are based on shadow manipulations."