"Hey, what the heck is going on?"
"My feathers! My feathers!"
Cries of shock echoed through the air as many of the Pale Phoenixes suddenly realized that their feathers were being pulled out by so invisible force, slowly gathering in the sky above them.
For the Pale Phoenix clan, aside from the Matriarchs of past generations, the purity of their bloodline was often reflected in the whiteness of their feathers. The whiter the feathers, the purer the bloodline.
And now, the ones having their feathers plucked were all the Pale Phoenixes with the whitest feathers. Even more distressing, it was the purest, snow-white feathers being pulled out.
"My feathers! Those were the only pure white ones I had!"
"Damn it! The feather on my head is the purest one! Why did it have to be that one?!"
Cries of frustration and despair filled the air. Having their whitest feathers taken was clearly a blow to the pride of many Pale Phoenixes.
Fortunately, the force pulling the feathers seed to be sowhat balanced, with each Phoenix only losing one or two feathers. Though it hurt to lose their best feathers, at least it wasn't too many.
But then...
"Matriarch! Matriarch, are you okay?"
"Oh no, sothing's wrong with the Matriarch!"
When the Pale Phoenixes turned to look at Solara, they were imdiately terrified.
"Ouch!"
"Ah, it hurts!"
"My feathers! My feathers!"
While the other Pale Phoenixes had only lost a couple of feathers, Solara seed to be singled out. Feather after feather was being yanked from her body, all gathering in the sky.
One feather, two feathers, three feathers...
Beautiful, multicolored feathers were being cruelly plucked from her, dozens of them, and it didn't seem like it was going to stop anyti soon.
As the only one who had inherited the ancient Phoenix bloodline, Solara had a magnificent and lush coat of feathers, sothing she had always taken great pride in. But now, watching her beloved feathers being pulled out one by one, she couldn't help but cry out in pain and heartbreak.
"No! My feathers! Don't go!"
The once dignified Solara, who had just monts ago been the proud master of the Phoenix Clan's secret realm, was now in agony, her wings flashing with sparks of lightning as she desperately flapped them, trying to stop her feathers from being taken.
But no matter how hard she tried to resist, it was useless.
"Stop! If this keeps up, I'm going to be bald!"
Her helpless cries echoed through the air...
"Wait, what's that?!"
Suddenly, the attention of all the Pale Phoenixes was drawn upward. They stared in shock as more and more of Solara's feathers were pulled out, joining the growing mass of feathers swirling in the sky.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of feathers were gathering from all directions.
A loud, clear phoenix cry, like the sound of a piccolo, rang out. It was the remnant soul of the Golden Phoenix ancestor, flapping its golden wings with a majestic and sacred aura.
Golden light poured down, enveloping the countless feathers within its glow.
At the sa ti, as if guided by so invisible force, the feathers, bathed in the golden light, began to weave together slowly, right before the eyes of all the Pale Phoenixes.
Against the backdrop of the Pale Phoenixes' snow-white feathers, Solara's vibrant, multicolored plumage stood out as the centerpiece.
Within the glowing light, the feathers were weaving together—not quickly, but just fast enough that the shape they were forming beca faintly visible.
It was... a garnt!
And not just any garnt—it was being woven from the radiant feathers of a phoenix!
Even though only the outline was visible, it was clear that once this garnt was fully ford, it would be breathtakingly beautiful.
The Pale Phoenixes stared up at the sky in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. A thought that none of them had dared to entertain before now began to take root.
"This is... the Celestial Feathered Gown!"
The story of the Celestial Feathered Gown had been passed down through the Phoenix Clan for generations. But even in the ancient records, no one had ever truly obtained the legendary gown. Over ti, many Pale Phoenixes had begun to doubt whether the story was even real.
But now, right before their eyes, the Celestial Feathered Gown was being woven into existence.
"This really is the Celestial Feathered Gown! Ow—so painful!"
Even Solara, who had been crying out in pain, couldn't believe what she was seeing. It wasn't until this mont that she dared to accept the truth: the legendary Celestial Feathered Gown, which had been told and retold in ancient tales, was real.
Many had dismissed it as nothing more than a beautiful myth, but here it was, materializing right in front of her.
"I can't believe the Celestial Feathered Gown actually exists!"
The appearance of the Celestial Feathered Gown ant only one thing: those two... had succeeded.
Solara had never imagined she would live to see the day when the Celestial Feathered Gown would appear. Her eyes began to well up with tears. But soon, she realized that her tears weren't just from the overwhelming emotion.
No, most of them were from... the pain!
With tears in her eyes, Solara looked down at her feathers, her heart aching. The Celestial Feathered Gown was being woven from the feathers of the Phoenix Clan, but she never expected that out of the tens of thousands of feathers plucked from her people, only a few thousand had been taken.
Yet from her alone, more feathers had been pulled than from all the others combined!
While the other Pale Phoenixes had only lost one or two feathers, barely noticeable, she was practically being plucked bald!
Solara, once a majestic phoenix with a vibrant, multicolored coat that radiated authority, was now on the verge of becoming a featherless bird. The pain of this experience was sothing only she could truly understand.
"Ugh..."
"Ow..."
"It hurts..."
After what felt like an eternity, Solara, her eyes brimming with tears, finally noticed that the relentless plucking had stopped.
But...
'No wonder it stopped... I'm practically bald!'
She glanced down at her now bare body and nearly burst into tears from the sheer indignity of it all. Her forr majesty was completely gone.
"The Celestial Feathered Gown! It's really the Celestial Feathered Gown!"
Suddenly, a cry of astonishnt rang out nearby.
Solara snapped out of her misery and quickly looked up at the sky.
"It's beautiful."
With just one glance, she couldn't help but whisper in awe.
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The gown, woven from Solara's multicolored feathers as the main fabric and the snow-white feathers of the other Pale Phoenixes as accents, was descending gracefully. Its colors were vibrant yet not garish, radiant but not overwhelming.
Each feather shimred with pure spiritual energy, glowing as if it were burning with an ethereal light. The gown looked as though it had fallen from the Celestial Realm itself—immaculate, flawless, and untouched by the world.
A clear, otherworldly aura surrounded the gown, adding a cool, serene elegance to its beauty.
And under the watchful eyes of all the Pale Phoenixes, the gown, woven from the collective power of the Phoenix Clan, slowly floated down.
Finally, it settled gently onto Sylvia's shoulders...
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