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"You've done a great service Wrock.", the Myriad Phoenix flew above Wrock with its multicolor feathers on display.
"It's an honor.", Wrock extended a hand and presented his Azure flame.
He had accomplished the very thing the Myriad Phoenix had wished of his clan. Perfecting their gift of flame. As far as he could tell, none of his clan had accomplished this before they died. Instead each flame returned to the Myriad Phoenix to be reintegrated before being passed back on.
To this the Myriad Phoenix gave off a feeling of being amused, "It is not yet time for you to return your flame Wrock. No, after you've accomplished my missions and perfected your flame, it means you are ready for another duty."
The Azure flame flickered out. From the Myriad Phoenix an Emerald color was removed from their feathers and flew downwards. Its size no greater than flame for a candle.
Wrock extended a hand and gently held onto the flame. His eyes holding wonder.
