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

Forging Destruction in the Dark

The black flames danced in Seraphis’ eyes as she worked tirelessly in the forge chamber of Raven’s Perch.

Her body moved with precision, fingers steady as she crafted the Voidflame Arrows one by one.

Each arrowhead was shaped, carved, and engraved with the intricate runes that allowed them to contain the power of the Voidfire.

"500 arrows."

That was her goal.

Every arrow would be stored in the twelve arrow storms atop the stronghold’s mighty walls.

A test would soon follow—a storm of black flames raining upon the sea below.

She smirked.

"Let’s see if this works."

 The First Hundred – A Perfect Assembly Line

Seraphis moved in rhythm, etching the Voidflame runes onto the first set of arrowheads.

Her process was precise:

1. Shape the arrowheads – Metal had to be smooth, resistant to breaking.

2. Engrave the runes – The key to holding Voidfire without burning away.

3. Imbue the essence – A pulse of her mana was required for activation.

4. Final testing – Each arrow must hold its power until released.

By the time she reached her hundredth arrow, she had perfected her technique.

"Only 400 more to go."

She didn’t stop.

 The Unyielding Focus of a Creator

Hours passed, but she remained completely absorbed in her work.

The forge’s heat, the smell of molten metal, the constant sound of engraving—it was intoxicating.

Each arrow she crafted was a testament to her growing skill.

By the time she had finished 250, her fingers were numb, but her mind was sharper than ever.

"Voidfire will change everything."

Her soldiers wouldn’t just fire arrows—they would unleash devastation.

The Final Arrow – A Work of Art

When she reached the 500th arrow, she decided to make it unique.

Unlike the others, this one would be engraved with a personal rune—a sigil that marked it as hers.

She etched a small White Raven insignia onto the arrowhead, ensuring that it stood out.

"This one’s special."

A final pulse of Voidfire energy sealed the arrow’s magic.

Her work was complete.

"Now, let’s test them."

Equipping the Arrow Storms

Seraphis climbed to the battlements of Raven’s Perch, where twelve massive arrow storms stood—each capable of firing a barrage of death.

Her men were already waiting, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

She gestured toward the boxes of Voidflame Arrows, stacked neatly beside the launchers.

"Load them up."

The soldiers moved swiftly, slotting the deadly ammunition into the arrow storms.

The runes on the arrows pulsed faintly, resonating with their stored power.

Seraphis observed in silence.

The storm was about to begin.

 Setting the Target

A lone wooden dummy was set afloat in the dark waters beneath the stronghold.

It drifted idly, waiting to be annihilated.

Seraphis stepped forward, her voice cold and clear.

"Let’s begin the test."

Her soldiers stood at the ready, gripping the launch mechanisms.

She raised her hand.

The command was given.

"Fire."

 The First Shot – Voidfire in Motion

TWANG!

The first arrow storm launched, sending ten Voidflame Arrows streaking through the air.

For a moment, they were nothing more than shadows against the night sky.

Then—

BOOM!

The dummy exploded upon impact, consumed by writhing black flames.

Voidfire didn’t just burn—it devoured, dissolving the wood into nothingness.

A slow grin spread across Seraphis' face.

"Perfect."

 The Full Barrage – A Storm of Black Fire

"Fire again."

This time, all twelve arrow storms launched in unison.

120 Voidflame Arrows streaked toward the dummy, leaving behind trails of dark smoke and violet embers.

Upon impact—

A massive explosion erupted.

The waters beneath the dummy boiled as the flames spread across the surface.

The Voidfire did not extinguish.

Instead, it clung to the sea itself, creating a nightmarish inferno upon the waves.

The entire crew stared in awe.

"This changes everything."

 Assessing the Results

Seraphis analyzed the aftermath, watching as the flames continued to burn despite the water.

The dummy had vanished completely, leaving nothing but blackened waves.

"The fire doesn’t need fuel."

Voidfire existed beyond normal physics—it was a force of unmaking.

This was not just a weapon.

This was destruction itself.

 The Future of Warfare

Seraphis turned to her men.

"Load every arrow storm with Voidflame Arrows."

They obeyed without hesitation.

This was no longer a mere experiment.

This was an advantage.

With 500 Voidflame Arrows locked and ready, Raven’s Perch had become unstoppable.

She looked out over the sea, watching the flames flicker.

"Anyone foolish enough to attack us…"

Her eyes burned with determination.

"Will be reduced to ashes."