Jaharax bowed deeply before Pheonixia, his large frame rough before her immaculate one. Wearing the robes of purity now, Pheonixia once was a bard, and a rowdy one at that. That was before she found the Faith. Now she was one of the elect. She had even managed to cow one of the fallen angels unto her will. Jaharax was a proud being, but before her
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