This was the Phoenix that had once sealed Life and Death Limbo on Sikar Mountain. Though she had unfortunately sacrificed herself in the Battle of Sikar Mountain, she had fortunately been reborn through her own unique nature and had followed Sister Devlin ever since, until she recovered her strength.
After not seeing the little bird for several months, Shade thought she looked somewhat rounder. Her fluffy, fiery-red feathers were certainly lovely, but he still felt that the Sister had probably prepared far too much food for her.
This made the Outlander, who owned someone else's pet, especially vigilant. He was quite worried that if Little Mia kept eating like this, she would become just as "round."
"Greatness does not mean that her Soul Power is special. It means that I saw her soul bearing a mission that had been bestowed upon it."
The Sister explained softly, bringing her finger near her shoulder and allowing the Phoenix to perch there:
"This has nothing to do with the essence of the soul itself, which is why even that old priest failed to notice it. Do you remember Joey Barton's Fated Death?"
Shade nodded.
"Though I still do not really understand what that was, it allowed him to briefly possess power at the demigod level through death."
"Yes. Joey Barton's soul was destined to approach death and then become part of death. That was the responsibility bestowed upon him from the moment of his birth—the identity of a Chosen One."
Shade immediately frowned.
"You mean Dorothy is also a Chosen One?"
"No. Souls with unique destinies are not necessarily all Chosen Ones. For example, you."
She raised both hands and untied the cloth wrapped around her eyes. Then Sister Devlin's entirely white eyes looked toward Shade. He was momentarily unaccustomed to it. Perhaps