In front of the Great Temple, within the Central Temple District of the Ancient Royal City, lay a wide and shattered square.
The Hero's riddle game involving the Key Changing was suddenly interrupted by an uninvited guest.
Listening to their conversation, the Hero's eyes narrowed slightly, her Emerald Eyes watched vigilantly at the man blocking the temple gate.
'Is that the Clan Leader of the Winged Race?'
He was a well-built man, his upper body bare, muscles swelling like a vast gray boulder, with intricate and refined battle tattoos adorning his skin.
Both his hair and eye color presented a hazy murky appearance, his hair tangled like twisted hemp ropes, resembling a polluted river stream, but upon closer inspection, he was not actually dirty. His crimson pupils emitted an unstoppable wildness, the whites of his eyes filled with blood vessels, seemingly immersed in hatred and anger all day long.
