Silent Cry of The Gallant

The looming shadows soon crept up and swallowed the unsuspecting cultivators below. They all turned their heads up before their eyes opened side. Flying with enough altitude, one could see the fluttering of the feathers with a squint of the eye. There was not enough amazement already until they saw the young man that stood above the huge bird's head. 

"Look up there! It's him!"

"No doubt about it, it's the young man!"

"Lyon Torga!"

The name had now brought fear and amazement hand in hand. Spread from mouths to mouths, his own reputation preceded him. They all took a glance at the walls. The poster of his bounty was being placed clearly in public places, in landmarks of their world. The Treas's influence was that great. Their connections were unimaginable. Yet. The young man that they wanted alive was something different.