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

Seraphis stood at the base of Mount Kaelthorne, her gaze locked onto the towering rock face that would soon become her new home. She had always lived in the wilderness, always preferred the quiet of nature, but she had never truly had a place of her own—until now.

The mountain was rugged, ancient, its surface scarred by time and weather. But beneath that rough exterior, it was solid, unyielding—a perfect foundation for what she envisioned.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her hands, channeling her Earth Magic.

Her fingers trembled as power surged through her veins. The mountain rumbled in response, a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the valley. Stone shifted, cracked, and split apart as she began to carve her way inside.

The fortress would not just be a hideout. It would be a stronghold, a place of security, training, and planning. It would be her sanctuary.

And it would be impenetrable.

Carving the Grand Hall

Seraphis focused first on the Grand Hall, the heart of the fortress.

She spread her hands wide, guiding her magic as massive slabs of stone pulled away from the mountain's core, forming towering columns that stretched up 50 feet high. The hall needed to be vast, grand—a place that inspired both awe and intimidation.

She moved her hands slowly, shaping the walls into smooth obsidian with veins of glowing silver running through them, giving the space an eerie yet elegant glow. The ceiling arched above, its surface decorated with jagged stalactites that she carved into intricate designs.

At the far end of the hall, she crafted a grand staircase that led to a raised platform, where she envisioned a throne—her personal command center. But that would come later.

For now, she focused on the details:

• The floor, made of polished black stone, smooth enough to reflect the light from the torches she embedded into the walls.
• Giant pillars, thick as tree trunks, lined the hall, carved with ancient symbols she remembered from her past life.
• At the center, she created a massive stone chandelier, its structure holding enchanted crystals that emitted a soft, bluish-white glow.

The air inside the hall felt dense, powerful—as if the mountain itself acknowledged her presence and welcomed her as its master.

The 200 Rooms: A Fortress for Many

She moved next to the living quarters, spreading them across multiple levels within the mountain.

• The upper levels were reserved for potential allies or subordinates she might recruit in the future.
• The lower levels would remain empty—for now.

Each room was identical in size, measuring about 15 feet by 15 feet

At the far end of the corridor, she carved a bathhouse, complete with underground channels that pulled fresh water from a hidden mountain spring. The water flowed into a large communal bath, with smaller private bathing areas along the sides.

She didn't need luxury. She needed efficiency.

And this fortress would provide exactly that.

The Training Grounds: A Warrior’s Crucible

Moving deeper into the mountain, she began work on the training grounds.

This area had to be vast, open, and durable enough to withstand combat training.

• She carved out a massive chamber, its walls lined with stone archways that supported the structure.
• The ground was reinforced, ensuring it could endure the weight of sparring warriors and heavy weapon strikes.
• She created stone dummies, enchanted to move and react to attacks, allowing for self-training even when alone.
• On the far wall, she carved weapon racks directly into the stone, leaving space for swords, daggers, bows, and even polearms.

To test it, she threw one of her metal cards at the dummies—its sharp edge sliced straight through the stone, leaving a clean cut behind.

Perfect.

The Kitchen: A Banquet Hall for an Army

Even an assassin needed food, and she knew that one day, she would have others living here with her.

She hollowed out a massive chamber, shaping it into a fully functional kitchen and dining hall.

• A central fire pit, surrounded by iron grates for roasting meat.
• Large stone counters, reinforced to handle butchering, baking, and boiling.
• Built-in storage areas, where enchanted ice magic would keep food preserved for months at a time.
• A stone pantry, large enough to hold hundreds of pounds of dried goods, grains, and herbs.

She had never been much of a cook, but she could at least appreciate the importance of good food.

The Smithing Area: A Blacksmith’s Dream

She had no intention of relying on outside sources for weapons and armor. She would forge them herself.

• She carved multiple forges, ensuring there was enough room for at least five smiths to work at once.
• She created stone anvils, their surfaces smooth and reinforced with enchantments to absorb heat and impact.
• A ventilation system—carefully designed tunnels that allowed smoke to flow out of the mountain without revealing the forge’s location.

Now, she just needed raw materials.

And she would find them soon enough.

The Herbalist’s Lab: A Den of Poisons and Potions

A fortress wasn’t just about brute strength. It needed strategy—and that included poisons.

She carved out a small, secluded chamber, lining the walls with shelves carved directly into the rock. These shelves would hold dried herbs, alchemical ingredients, and deadly toxins.

In the center, she formed a long stone table, perfect for brewing poisons and antidotes alike.

A small channel ran along the side, feeding into a basin where she could wash away any hazardous materials.

The Throne Room: The Heart of the Fortress

Finally, she reached the deepest part of the mountain.

Here, she would create her true command center.

• A massive circular chamber, the ceiling arched nearly 60 feet high.
• The walls were made of obsidian, polished until they gleamed like a mirror.
• In the center, she formed her throne—a chair made of pure black stone, its armrests shaped into the heads of two ravens.

Above the throne, she carved a symbol into the stone—a white raven, its wings spread wide, representing her silent dominance over the shadows.

This was where she would rule.

Where she would plan.

Where she would strike fear into the world.

Seraphis stood in the center of her throne room, looking around at the fortress she had built with her own hands.

Her home.

Her kingdom of shadows.

And she was ready to make the world tremble.