The mysteries that had once shrouded Pyris' world now lay bare before him—at least, some of them. As he sat alone on the worn couch, he could not help but marvel at the revelations that unraveled in his mind, stunning him into a contemplative silence. Song was absent, out on a mission at his boss's request, leaving Pyris to stew in the shocking truths he'd just uncovered.
The once-revered Virtue Phoenix race, whose legends spoke of celestial glory, now existed as mere echoes of their former brilliance, their grandeur lost to time. They had been a force so powerful that even gods, once united in their efforts, banded together to suppress them.