North of Agartha, in the forest bordering the rugged peaks around the kingdom, a beautiful eagle with ashy gray feathers could be seen gliding swiftly with a downward momentum.
Within that dense forest, ancient trees with height so tall and width so wide they resembled tower spires could be seen somewhat covered in fog. Large thatched houses made of interwoven branches could be seen hanging on the bodies of every tree, their features seemingly like giant nests.
Morpheus had reached Redcrest, an imposing city within the territory of the shapeshifters and the land where the Divine Eagles ruled over the other feathered races.
Just as he landed and transformed to his human form outside of his house, one eagle clan member approached him as if waiting for his arrival.
"Hey, Morph," the eagle casually called out, looking to be of similar age as Morpheus. "The Family Head—I mean, the Chief has asked for you."
