The ethereal voice lingered in the air, reverberating through the obsidian peaks and the molten rivers of shadow. Its tone carried the weight of ages, a mixture of cold indifference and regal authority.
"Little Child, will you embrace the trial of Lord Shadow and risk body, mind, and soul for the right to claim my legacy? Or will you retreat, forfeiting all hope of the inheritance?"
Xiao Ming's chest tightened. The oppressive aura of the Shadow Phoenix's domain bore down on him, suffocating in its intensity.
His thoughts raced as he processed the ultimatum. The Shadow Phoenix was offering him a chance to claim its inheritance, but at what cost? His life?
The phoenix's voice continued, almost mocking. "The rewards are given to those who can persevere. Those who fail will be incinerated—mind, body, and soul—until nothing is left. Choose wisely."