As they continued their walk through the bustling streets, Silvia's eyes widened as she pointed excitedly, "Ah, an angel!"
Tyler, Mathilda, and Mana turned their heads in the direction she was pointing. Sure enough, there was a man with large, white wings sprouting from his back, and a glowing halo floating just above his head. His very presence seemed to radiate a divine aura, causing passersby to glance at him in awe.
Noticing Silvia's stare, the man chuckled warmly. "Little girl, I'm not an angel," he explained with a friendly smile. "I'm more like a harpy—a beastkin, actually. Swan race." He gave a playful wink. "There's still a debate going on, even after centuries, about whether humanoid birds like me are considered harpies or beastkin."
Silvia's gaze was fixed on the glowing halo above his head, her curiosity apparent.
