The Golden Eagle

The majestic golden eagle stood within the confines of a small, cramped cage, its wings folded tightly against its body. Its once radiant feathers, now dulled and lackluster, seemed to echo the fading light of its spirit.

Roxana held her breath for a moment. She realized Izekiel had mistreated the golden eagle in the Black Tower, just like the magic beasts that had been locked up in the Black Tower back then.

He hated animals but tried his best to pretend to love them in order to beautify his image. Unfortunately, Roxana knew all of his ulterior motives as clear as the sun. Even if he mistreated the animals, he would not leave scars that could be easily seen by others.

The golden eagle looked relatively thin and dull, so Roxana could infer Izekiel rarely fed it and put the cramped cage in the dusty shed.