Freya's POV
Flames of the phoenix swirled around me, their golden light illuminating the battlefield. I could feel the power of my fire element surging—more than twice as strong as before. The greatsword, Ignis, was supposed to be heavy, unwieldy in my hands. And yet, it felt as if it resonated with me, moving with effortless grace, as though it had always been mine. Each swing left trails of blazing phoenix fire in its wake.
My appearance had changed—I was now clad in what looked like a suit of phoenix fire armor. It was similar to Cain's [Firaga Armor], but mine had massive, flaming wings extending outward and three long, flowing tails of fire. The sheer power of the phoenix coursed through me like an unstoppable inferno.
Just as I was about to charge at Zorx, who was still locked in combat with Cain, a familiar voice called out to me.
"Wait, Freya!"
Arsene rushed toward me, urgency in her golden eyes.
