The light from the mask still blazed, like an eternal flame from the heavens.
Noona stretched out her hand, and the moment her fingertips brushed the air, the light poured into her body, filling her with warmth.
In that instant, her body felt as light as a feather, her breath merging with every living thing around her.
"This… is my power?" Noona whispered softly.
The world was silent, yet the echo of wings resounded in her heart.
Irin watched her, his gaze a mixture of reverence and unease.
"Yes—this is the Phoenix bloodline's power within you. If you can master it, you can summon the fire of life… or even resurrect what has already perished."
A flame of copper-gold gradually formed in Noona's palm, burning brightly without consuming anything.
She gazed at it with both fear and awe.
And when she released it, the flame transformed into a flock of tiny birds soaring toward the ceiling, before scattering into glittering lights.
Noona's heart raced. She now understood—this was not just ordinary power. It was the spiritual bond, a thread tying her to the past and to a world waiting for her protection