"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

The Depths of Curiosity

The wind howled through Raven’s Perch, carrying with it the lingering scent of salt and iron. The island fortress, once a battlefield, was now a sanctuary for Seraphis and her crew. Yet, even in moments of reprieve, her mind was restless.

She stood alone in the fortress’s highest chamber, a candle-lit study filled with ancient tomes and magical artifacts. The flickering light cast eerie shadows across the stone walls, but her attention was elsewhere.

In her hands, she held two forces of destruction.

On her left palm danced the Voidfire, its dark flames writhing like living ink, consuming even the air around it. In her right, she conjured a small orb of blood magic, the power she had extracted from the vampires she once fought. The crimson energy pulsated, thick and heavy with the essence of life itself.

She narrowed her eyes.

"What happens if I merge them?"

 The Experiment Begins

She placed both hands together, pressing Voidfire and Blood Magic against each other.

The moment they touched, the air in the room shuddered.

A deep, resonating hum filled the chamber as the two magics collided, each force resisting the other, like opposing tides crashing in an endless struggle.

Voidfire sought to consume. Blood Magic sought to sustain and drain.

Seraphis gritted her teeth, feeling the immense pull between them, the battle of energies raging in her palms.

"Come together."

She focused her will, forcing the flames and blood magic to intertwine. The struggle intensified—dark tendrils of fire wrapped around the blood magic, while crimson veins of energy pulsed through the flames.

Then—they fused.

The Birth of Sanguine Voidfire

A new fire ignited in her hands.

It was neither entirely black nor purely crimson—it was a fusion of both. The Sanguine Voidfire burned with an unsettling dark red hue, its edges flickering like liquid shadow. It exuded a chilling, oppressive aura, as if the very concept of life and death was being rewritten before her eyes.

For a moment, she simply stared.

"This… is something new."

The fire did not roar or crackle. Instead, it whispered, its flames pulsing like a beating heart.

Seraphis felt something stir in her core.

This was not just destruction.

This was devouring and renewal.

 The First Test – A Living Subject

She needed to test it.

She strode to the training grounds, where a large beast was chained—a feral wyvern, captured during her crew’s last skirmish. The creature snarled, struggling against its bindings, its reptilian eyes glowing with fury.

Seraphis extended her hand.

A small tendril of Sanguine Voidfire slithered from her palm, lashing out at the wyvern like a living entity. The moment it touched the creature’s flesh, the effect was immediate.

The wyvern shrieked.

Not just in pain, but in terror.

The Sanguine Voidfire burrowed into its scales, and where it touched, the flesh did not merely burn—it withered. The beast’s blood itself was being drawn into the flame, feeding the dark magic, fueling it.

Seraphis felt the power surge into her.

The wyvern’s life force flowed through the Sanguine Voidfire and into her body, a sensation like pure adrenaline flooding her veins. Her senses sharpened, her muscles pulsed with newfound strength, and her magic hummed with an eerie vibrance.

"It drains life… and strengthens me in return."

The Revelation of Its Power

As she continued feeding off the wyvern’s life, the fire in her palm intensified. The more blood it consumed, the stronger the flames grew, burning hotter, darker, and heavier.

She clenched her fist, and the connection severed.

The wyvern collapsed in a heap, its once-mighty body now hollowed out, drained of vitality. It still lived, barely—but its strength was gone.

Seraphis exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders as she processed what had just happened.

This magic…

It did not just consume.
It did not just destroy.

It transferred.

She had not merely drained the wyvern—she had absorbed its strength, its vitality, its very essence.

This was more than just a fusion of fire and blood.

This was an evolution of both.

 Naming the Magic

Seraphis gazed at the dark red flames still flickering in her palm.

This was no ordinary magic.

It was born from death, fueled by blood, and strengthened by destruction.

"I will call you… Sanguine Voidfire."

The moment she spoke its name, the flames flared, as if acknowledging their new identity.

Seraphis smiled.

"You’ll be useful."

 Testing the Limits

Her mind raced with possibilities.

How far could she push this?
Could she control how much life she drained?
Could she store the absorbed vitality for later use?

She turned back to the wyvern, her eyes gleaming with dark curiosity.

"Let’s find out."