The trial world suddenly stilled, the atmosphere charged with anticipation 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 like a living tapestry of shadow and flame.
Its presence was overwhelming, a force of nature that seemed to command the very existence of reality.
Its voice rang out, deep and commanding, yet oddly melodic—a harbinger of impending doom and glory. The words carried the weight of eons, each syllable resonating with an authority that demanded obedience.
"Little Child," the Shadow Phoenix's will intoned, its fiery gaze locking onto Xiao Ming, who stood unfazed, a confident smirk playing on his lips.
"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.
