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"My Queen, are we really not going to cooperate with this human force? This is the only vitality force we have encountered in decades, and we can't miss this opportunity!"
"I... how could I not know...,"
A hoarse voice emerged slowly from the depths of the court.
In the shadows, the Featherman Queen walked forth. Her gait was elegant and her dress was luxurious, each movement exuding the reverence and nobility befitting a queen.
However, behind the Featherman Queen, where one would expect holy and magnificent white wings, lay patchy and faded feathers, sparsely distributed. Some feathers even drifted to the ground as she walked, torn and scattered by the interplay of light and shadow.
Her face was wrinkled, like withered old tree bark. People could only infer from her silhouette that the Queen must have been a beauty in her youth, but now, the charm was gone, leaving only age.
