An eagle flew among the overcast clouds that morning. It's sharp shining eyes sighed down looking for the prey he was aiming for. The wide flap of its wings makes its body glide perfectly on the wind.
The eagle saw a black line that extends without being able to see the end. The eagle's head turned and he lowered his flight altitude.
The closer he got to the ground the clearer what he had just seen. That black line was a line of hundreds of thousands of Quadruple Arachnids walking towards somewhere. The thick snow that piled on their feet didn't slow down their movement. With their thick black exoskeletons and strong muscles, the Quadruple Arachnid army walked with terrifying auras around them.
The eagle perched on a tall tree and watched the Quadruple Arachnid army. His yellow eyes seemed to be recording every move of the army. But that's not a parable, the eagle is a sylph possessing the bird.
