The Bloody Phoenix

"Flames… More flames."

Joanna’s entire body was wrapped up in the midst of fire and light. Without hesitation, she sent out a fiery dragon, enveloping a priest who had just flown past her. He was wrapped up in layers flames and was burnt into ashes.

She could not remember how many people she had killed now.

An unscrupulous battle had always been something that made her the happiest. Controlling fire was a talent she had been born with; every time she saw the flames rise from the palms of her hands, the blood in her entire body would seem to boil at that moment.

At this moment, her blood was boiling, except that… For an unknown reason, there was no joy in her heart.