C958 The Respect of the Winged Clan!
An aged voice, imbued with authority, echoed through the air.
From its source, a deep passageway gradually unfurled.
Within the tunnel's depths, a figure clad in a pale green robe, with a face as dark as iron and an aura of divine majesty, made his way forward, treading upon the void. With a shake of his beard, he spoke coldly.
"Guitu
