A speaker was a venerable old man, holding a twisted grey wooden staff, dressed in a grey wizard robe, the deep wrinkles on his forehead indicating his advanced age.
"Walkermas, are you going to stop me?"
"This human before us killed my commander, Merick, and he must pay the price!" Arriving in front of the Silver Dragon was a striking figure.
Following that, a crisp female voice came from afar, approaching rapidly.
This strange phenomenon was due to the individual's speed, which had far surpassed the speed of sound, hence the appearance of seeing the figure before hearing their voice.
Rein's eyes slightly narrowed, looking at this striking figure, inwardly astonished.
Because the figure no longer resembled a Wind Roc in any way; if one insisted on a resemblance to a bird, it would only be the dazzling feathered attire and the vibrant feathered headpiece.
This was vastly different from the Wind Queen Trist's appearance that Rein had previously speculated.
