"*Sigh*... To think he's only improved to that extent."
A man with a grey, well trimmed beard whispered under his breath, his navy blue feathers gently caressed by the cold winds above.
His eyes dark blue and his hair a mixture of grey and light blue.
Adorning his muscular being was a well designed white gambeson armour, adorned by high quality jewelry.
The scar dividing his face diagonally proof that he was battle tested, the air around him radiating with thick Mana despite his attempts to conceal it.
He hovered tens of thousands of meters above the earth.
Beside him was an Elf woman with pale skin, light brown hair, garnet eyes and an hourglass figure, her hair tied neatly in a pony tail.
A gust of wind swirled beneath her feet, maintaining her altitude.
"My Lord?"
The Elf woman raised her eyebrows at the man's sudden words.
"I am referring to that failure."
"I find it hard to believe that I have sired him."
