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[h3][color=f26522]M.P: 8    [b]|[/b]    F.P: 25[/color][/h3]
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As the salty wind currents howled in the empty air, the mighty Phoenix continued its journey across the restless ocean. Despite his body looking completely incapable of flight due to the nature of his stature and rugged skin, the flier had no problems gliding with his massive wings propelling him forward as chunks of lava and debris fell from said wings. Of course, riding the local wind currents was also a blessing for the creature to rest its wings momentarily and glide for miles at a time without using any energy. It also often found itself gliding either barely above the clouds, or extremely close to the water's surface to the point where its just barely skimming across it. Unlike Sartr, it didn't have major phobia with water in any capacity. And while like Sartr it still preferred not to get its wings wet, it was not afraid to dance along the edge of its elemental nemesis.

But still, its trip was going to be dauntingly long one, especially given the direction it was going. If it chose to go southwest, instead of southeast, it would definitely taken way less time than this route. But being fresh out of Muspellheim, its sense of direction was still in need of major calibration. If the Phoenix was going to complete its trip towards the continent at this rate, it'll have to make a quick pit-stop at the nearest landmass to refuel and hopefully absorb some energy from the surrounding location. Once filled, it should have the strength necessary to make it over there. In order to do that however, he must first find a decently sized island.

And lucky for him, there was one right within his flight path.

The Phoenix eventually caught a sweet whiff of a freshly unique scent. Instinctually, its mind realized that it was the smell of land - although it smelled nothing like the smoky scent of boiling lava and ash back on Muspellheim. Curiously, it followed its nose towards this intriguing smell. And after several more minutes of flying, it could finally see the vague outline of a green landmass behind the ocean haze. The creature began to feel excited about this newfound bounty. It began to flap its wings harder, now propelling himself faster as it used the air current to his advantage. 

Meanwhile, the virgin tropical island had little to no idea of the approaching body of fire as the local wildlife went about their day as usual. The birds chirped and sung to one another, as small rats and lizards scuttled underneath - but neither had expected the flying mass of fire and flame speeding towards them. And so once the Phoenix was upon them, they were utterly helpless to stop it. And with nowhere else to go, they were doomed. 

The giant pterosaur made a low fly-by of the island, unleashing hurricane-force winds upon the land with its massive wingspan and ferocious speed combined. It ripped through the jungle with devastating force, ripping out groves trees straight from the ground and flinging the native wildlife around like leaves in a breeze. And the fire and ash that fell off the creature's wings were quick to start a major forest fire - with balls of congealed magma crashing upon the forest floor. Those who could burrow into the soil had a much better chance in surviving compared to the rest of the wildlife. 

In only a matter of minutes, the Phoenix had completely scorched the poor island.

Now sterilized, the Phoenix finally descended upon the heaping rock with a massive thump. It searched the island for any scraps of food that had been cooked alive - or perhaps still amongst the living - by his apocalyptic chaos. Any form of food, no matter how small or big, was its for the taking. Any scorched lizards on the ground were measly pickings for the colossus. Any bird that attempted to whiz by its head would risk getting snapped by the Phoenix's gnarly beak, which was tipped with sharp edges that made its teeth. It even resorted in plucking out scorched foliage in an attempt to fuel its ever burning flames - from logs, ferns, and even large trees. 

But what it didn't know was that it was trespassing on private property... for it was within the island archipelago that surrounded the infamous Eye of Desolation. Surely any god nearby would be alerted to its presence... if not for the oddly heated winds that blew bits and pieces of ash towards them.
 
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The Phoenix lands at one of the lesser islands around the outer islands that form the crater of the Eye of Desolation and begins to refuel by eating basically everything on it - while being completely unaware of any godly beings that could be lurking nearby.
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