Nantian Fengyu closed her eyes, ignoring the looming threat of the God of Time. She reached deep within herself, to the very core of her soul where the mark of the Divine Phoenix resided.
She began to burn her life force, her divine soul, not for power, but for connection.
"Junior Brother..." she whispered internally, her soul crying out across the short distance. "Yun Lintian... can you hear me?"
Her Divine Phoenix Soul, radiant and desperate, reached out, trying to brush against the slumbering Divine Phoenix Soul within Yun Lintian—the soul he had inherited long ago. It was a fragile, soul-deep call, a sister calling to her brother, a phoenix crying to its kin.
"Wake up... please... they're all gone... Linlin and Qingqing... they're gone... They called for you with their last breath..."
She poured every memory, every shared laugh, every moment of camaraderie into the call. She showed him the small, lifeless white tiger cub. She let him feel the final, mournful gust of wind.
