A deafening roar split the sky above Stonehenge, echoing across the entire Salisbury Plain. A dragon—massive, magnificent, bathed in crimson fire—burst from Hawk's broad back and shot into the sky.
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The thick storm clouds overhead responded instantly. The moment the fire dragon pierced through them, they ignited, transforming into a burning tapestry of scarlet and gold.
Blood-red storm clouds.
Within Hawk's Cosmo, the Phoenix Heart pulsed with power. Countless fragments of celestial energy rapidly coalesced, flowing together at the Phoenix's command, reconstructing the Draco constellation—a constellation Hawk had once wielded, but had surrendered when the Phoenix went all-in, betting everything on him.
He could no longer claim Draco's core powers.
It wasn't a matter of want—it was a matter of choice.
Theoretically, as the only Saint in this universe, he could have claimed every constellation's core. But a man only has one Cosmo. And he had already made his choice.
The Phoenix.
The Phoenix had chosen him first. Even before he had awakened the Ninth Sense—before he'd even mastered the Sixth—it had given him its core powers:
Immortality and Rebirth.
So...
Better to repay a debt of gratitude than to enjoy unearned luxury.
The Phoenix had gambled on him when he was nothing. In return, he had transformed his entire Cosmo into a Phoenix Cosmo.
When he finally manifested it in reality, the Phoenix Constellation would no longer be just a constellation. It would become a parallel universe, just like Asgard.
And the Phoenix would be its Yggdrasil—the World Tree at its heart.
But that didn't mean he couldn't use other constellations.
It was a parallel universe, after all. Having other constellations was perfectly normal. The only difference was that any constellation that appeared in his Phoenix Universe—even the Twelve Zodiacs of Gold—would rank below the Phoenix itself.
No questions asked.
The Phoenix had bet everything on him first.
So, naturally, it was the boss.
In short—
While Hawk could no longer earn the recognition of other constellations' cores, he could still channel their techniques through the Phoenix's power.
Just as he was doing now.
The dragon silhouette of Draco should have been emerald green. But Hawk was channeling it through the Phoenix's crimson flames.
And so, it was born of Crimson Flame.
VMMMMMMM!!
The ground around him trembled. Small stones and pebbles began to float upward, defying gravity. The air itself groaned under the strain, compressed and torn apart, rushing toward him from all directions.
Hawk's feet were rooted to the earth, his stance wide and solid as he assumed the classic opening form—
Left fist extended forward in a loose guard, right fist coiled tight against his hip. The air, now burning crimson with his flames, swirled and condensed behind him, slowly forming into a massive humanoid silhouette—twice his height.
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Marvel: The Enlightened One
FanfictionReborn in the Marvel universe, Hawk learned one brutal truth-safety wasn't something you were given, you had to fight for it. He made himself a promise that day, committing to a path of relentless training and iron discipline that would define the n...
