As he followed the seraph, Minos spotted many others of the same race as this individual in the village below, several of whom glanced in his direction with visible surprise.
The entry of a non-seraphim into this realm was as rare as the existence of Supremes in the universe. Not entirely uncommon, but rare, very rare.
As he watched, he realized the level 120 expert wasn't taking him to the tribe, but to another part of this canyon, toward where a golden glow was growing stronger and stronger.
Looking with his Bright Eyes, Minos saw six large wings attached to an ancient skeleton, suspended in the air 12 meters above the ground near one of the canyon walls. Nothing seemed to support these magnificent wings, as large as the wings of the level 120 Supreme in front of Minos. Something invisible, a force unknown to him, kept that magnificent and certainly heavy structure suspended in the air.
"This..."
