In the remnants of a world that once thrived on the edge of the Milky Way, the Phoenix Knight kneels on the fractured cobblestone, his armor reflecting the cosmic dance of stars and nebulae. The twilight of galaxies serves as his cathedral, the silent witness to the solemn pledge he is about to undertake. The knight's helm, crowned with the horns of the mythical creatures of old, hides eyes that have seen civilizations rise and fall, yet his spirit remains unbroken, his resolve steeled by the fire of his cause.
Before him, the Phoenix, a majestic creature of flame and feather, mirrors the knight in its stance of dignity. It is not just a beast of myth, but a sentinel of the cosmos, its fiery wings woven from the very fabric of the universe. The Phoenix has seen the knight's valorous deeds, his battles fought not for conquest, but for the safeguarding of the few shards of light left in a dimming universe.
With a voice that resonates like the echo of a supernova, the Phoenix Knight speaks his oath, a vow to protect the remnants of life that cling to existence. He promises to be the shield against the encroaching darkness, to be the sword that cleaves through the chains of desolation. His words are a prayer, a plea for strength, and a promise of undying guardianship. As the knight's voice fades, the stars themselves seem to listen, their twinkle like a gentle nod of affirmation.
The Phoenix, understanding the weight of the knight's words, bows its head in reverence and acceptance of the pact. In a burst of celestial light, the creature bestows upon him a fragment of its essence, a flame that will never flicker nor fade. The Phoenix Knight rises, his armor now aglow with an ethereal fire, a beacon of hope in an ocean of darkness. Together, they stand ready to face the coming eons, guardians of the last light against the eternal night.