The overcast sky loomed, stripping the White Sea of its usual clarity and vitality.
Thick clouds hung low, as if enveloping the ocean and blurring the view with a sinister haze; the ripples on the sea's surface no longer shimmered with sunlight but appeared dull and silent instead.
Deep in the ocean, it seemed to harbor endless profound secrets.
"Hoo."
White wings cut through the air,
as over a dozen silhouettes whooshed past overhead.
A squad of Winged Folk, with wings on their backs, flew in formation at a steady pace through the somber maritime skies.
The Winged Folk were actually a kind of half-orc, naturally lighter than humans and capable of flight.
Although on land, the Winged Folk's combat abilities were inferior to humans, their mastery of flight gave them a distinct advantage in actual combat.
