I cried out, and my voice erupted in birdsong as the music of the phoenix flowed out of my beak like a fountain. The act was effortless, like I had been singing this song my whole life, like the melody was written in my veins. Gold mist enveloped my allies as I sang, and I watched as the primal forms before me, who were once struck motionless with unspeakable pain, were now filled with a rush of pure magic as my spirit gave them new life. They were more than they were. They were inspired, both mentally and physically. I watched as shifters changed and warped into forms even more impressive
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