Golden Phenix Statue

As Kent approached with a curious look, the pillar began to shift. Cracks formed rapidly, spider-webbing across the surface as the sound of breaking glass echoed through the chamber.

Large chunks of the fire-ice mixture started to fall away, each piece disintegrating before it could reach the ground, turning into steam and a fine ash that danced in the air.

From within the crumbling fire-ice pillar, the shadow of a majestic creature began to emerge.

Kent stood in awe, his heart pounding loudly in his chest as he watched the fire phoenix struggle to emerge from the fire-ice blocks.

Its vast wings unfurled slowly as it freed itself from its own prison. The phoenix's wings were a stunning ash-fire color, a blend of deep gray with flickers of bright, burning orange that seemed to light up the entire chamber.