Chapter 133: Europe (2)
The Beast Side of Europe —
If the eastern side of Europe stood as a testament to defiance and civilization, then the western side was the living embodiment of raw, unchallenged power.
It was not merely ruled—it was owned.
At its heart reigned the Phoenix, the Firebird—a powerful, Legend-ranked entity spoken of in whispers across the world.
Unlike the Thunder Wolf of the Earth Domain, who observed more than he interfered, the Phoenix’s will was law. No fire sparked, no migration stirred, no battle ignited without the bird’s concept saturating the land. It was not just her domain—it was her body, her breath, her burning soul given shape.
She was flame made sentient, rebirth made eternal. Her death birthed her anew, her ashes a cycle that could never be broken. And every creature within her territory bent to that truth.
The western continent bore the mark of her presence.
Skies bled with ember-tinted clouds. The winds shimmered with heat, even during what used to be winter. The very air shimmered, heavy with the scent of scorched stone and molten earth. Forests, once lush, had evolved into biomes of ashwood and lava bark. Volcanic mountains dotted the horizon like sentries, their slow-breathing vents a constant reminder of the continent’s slumbering heart.
This was a land forged for fire. And those born without affinity to it—particularly water-aligned beasts—were either driven out, driven mad, or burned where they stood. The Phoenix’s dominion was not kind. It was order, shaped by combustion and survival.
As with the human territories, the beast domain was split by power—but the hierarchy was more primal.
The Outer Region, where the Phoenix’s influence was weakest, belonged to the low-ranking magical beasts—Fledglings, Ferals, and Wilds. They fought constantly for territory, dominance, or the right to live another day. Some formed packs or roamed in small, loosely allied tribes.