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

A Scholar’s Obsession

Seraphis sat in the dim glow of candlelight within her chamber in Raven’s Perch, eyes fixed on the Voidfire Gauntlets resting on the table before her.

She ran a gloved hand across their surface, tracing the ancient runes that pulsed faintly like veins of living energy.

"There’s more to these than I first thought."

The symbols were not merely protective—they functioned like a conduit, absorbing and channeling magic.

She leaned closer, her mind working through the complexities.

"What if I could modify this… refine it?"

Not just to absorb Voidfire, but to hold it without consuming the material itself.

An idea formed.

She needed to transfer this principle onto a weapon—something smaller, sharper…deadlier.

Her gaze shifted toward the arrowheads scattered beside her.

"Let’s see if you can carry the untouchable flame."

Copying the Runes

She grabbed a thin blade, carefully dipping its edge into ink mixed with powdered voidstone—a rare mineral she had salvaged from past missions.

With steady hands, she etched the runes onto parchment, copying each symbol from the Voidfire Gauntlets with meticulous precision.

As she worked, her mind dissected their meaning:

• Some runes functioned as anchors, keeping the energy stable.

• Others acted as channels, drawing power inward.

• The strongest among them absorbed the magic entirely, preventing it from running wild.

"That’s the part I need to change."

The arrowhead couldn’t absorb

She grabbed a fresh arrowhead, placing it on the table before her.

"Now… let’s modify the engraving."

The First Attempt – Failure

Seraphis dipped her engraving tool into a faintly glowing ink infused with her magic.

She slowly carved the runes onto the metal surface, making careful modifications.

Instead of absorbing energy, she altered the flow—forcing the symbols to trap the magic within the arrowhead.

Once finished, she held it up to the candlelight.

"Looks promising."

Summoning a small flicker of Voidfire, she gently pressed it against the arrowhead.

For a moment, it seemed to take hold—the flames flickering along the engravings.

Then—

sharp CRACK echoed through the room.

The arrowhead splintered, shattering into pieces.

Seraphis sighed.

"Too unstable. The runes couldn't handle the energy."

She tossed the broken remains aside.

"Alright… time for attempt number two."

The Second Attempt – Another Failure

She adjusted the engraving pattern, this time reinforcing the runes by adding a secondary layer of stabilizers.

This should allow the arrowhead to hold the Voidfire for longer without breaking.

With another careful pass of her tool, she etched the new runes into a second arrowhead.

She summoned the flames once more, letting them lick across the surface.

This time, the fire held for a few seconds longer.

But then—

A sudden wisp of black smoke erupted, and the arrowhead melted into a useless lump of slag.

Seraphis groaned.

"Too much heat. I need to limit how much magic it channels."

She pushed the remains aside.

Two failures.

But she wasn’t one to give up.

"Third time’s the charm."

 The Third Attempt – Success

Seraphis took a deep breath.

She needed a perfect balance.

Instead of overloading the arrowhead with magic, she redesigned the runes to slowly release Voidfire only upon impact.

This would keep the energy contained until the moment of release.

She worked methodically, ensuring every stroke was precise, every line intentional.

Once she was finished, she tested it once more.

She summoned Voidfire in her palm, then gently touched the arrowhead.

This time—it held.

The black flames wrapped around the metal, flickering but remaining stable.

A slow smirk tugged at her lips.

"There it is."

The Real Test – A Shot in the Dark

Seraphis strode out of Raven’s Perch, stepping onto the rocky terrain outside the fortress.

The night air was crisp, the only light coming from the waning moon and the faint glow of her magic.

She grabbed a bow from a nearby weapons rack, selecting a single arrow tipped with her newly modified Voidfire head.

She nocked the arrow, drawing the string taut, feeling the familiar pull against her fingers.

With a deep breath, she channeled Voidfire into the arrowhead.

The flames flared to life, but did not consume the arrow.

Perfect.

She set her sights on an old wooden training dummy standing in the clearing.

"Let’s see what you can do."

She released.

The arrow whistled through the air, a streak of black fire trailing in its wake.

The moment it struck—

FWOOSH!

A burst of Voidfire erupted, engulfing the dummy in a swirling inferno of black and crimson flames.

The wood didn't burn—it disintegrated, consumed entirely by the unnatural blaze.

Seraphis grinned.

"Now this… this is a real weapon."

 Naming the New Creation

She retrieved the remnants of the arrow shaft, now charred and broken.

This wasn’t just a regular enchanted weapon.

It was a new class of magic-infused ammunition.

She turned the remaining arrowheads in her palm, watching as the runic engravings shimmered faintly in the night.

"Voidfire Arrows."

The name fit.

She would make more.

This was only the beginning.

With the Voidfire Gauntlets allowing her to wield the flames, and Voidfire Arrows extending their reach—

She was crafting an arsenal of the impossible.

And soon, the world would fear what she was capable of.