"So this is what Cave Sky is!"
A young man with fair and radiant features lay prone on the barren Scorched Earth, marked by lightning scars and void of life. His body was haggardly ruined, many parts penetrated, exposing charred and burnt flesh.
But what really drew attention was the bone wing on his back—only a part remained, adorned with charred remnants of flesh. The once pure and flawless wings had been ravaged, leaving only the skeletal frame.
"Indeed, it's beyond my grasp."
Lying amidst the mundane world, the Feather person youth—with his looks that could captivate most females and even incite the powerful's fantasies—revealed a resigned smile.
Once vigorous and full of life, his handsome face rapidly aged as wrinkles formed at a visible pace. His once radiant complexion now had the pallor of old age and the gloom of an impending death.
"You dared covet the master's Cave Sky? I don't know whether to admire your courage or ridicule your ignorance."
