The trial world suddenly stilled as the Shadow Phoenix's will began to make its next move. The majestic bird's ethereal form shimmered in hues of darkness and crimson, its wings stretching across the skies of the trial world.
Its voice rang out, deep and commanding, yet oddly melodic—a harbinger of impending doom and glory.
"Little Child," the Shadow Phoenix's will intoned, "you have passed the Shadow Weaver Trial, proving your physical endurance, and you have endured the grueling Cycle of Reincarnation, demonstrating the strength of your soul and the depth of your comprehension. Yet, these twy were but the stepping stones to the true test."