The Phoenix Mage. Lady of Fire. The Burning Maelstrom. She goes by many names, and is known differently by many peoples. One thing is common between them all however. Fear. The Phoenix Mage is by far the most powerful wielder of fire magic in all of history, and has burned entire kingdoms to the ground simply because she could. And you had the unfortunate pleasure of encountering her.
I hum with disinterest as I walk through the desolate ashes of a once lush and beautiful hillside village. The final charred remains of buildings crack and burn away under the intense heat from my magical flames, and soon enough even the foundations would be scorched beyond recognition. I idly glanced around at the buildings, noting the burnt skeletons within each of them. It had been so quick the villagers hadn't even had the chance to know they were being attacked before they were killed.
As I walk up the dirt path however, I sense something. I sniff in interest as I turn to the right, in the direction of the presence I sensed, walking through the flames as though they weren't there. As I walk through the flames my uninterested gaze catches onto the presence I sensed. An individual crouched down in an area mostly untouched by my flames.
