Aur felt as though he had been plunged into a dream—a dream of a mountain.
It was an enormous, solitary peak, its jagged silhouette piercing the sky, vanishing into an endless expanse of sky. The mountain stood so tall and imposing that it rendered all other peaks insignificant.
Along one of its rugged slopes lay the remnants of an ancient road, its crumbling path stubbornly clinging to the rocky surface.
On this desolate road, a group of figures moved with solemnity, their silver armor gleaming faintly, each adorned with intricate white wings on their backs. Their presence was overwhelming, radiating an aura of sheer dominance that made Aur's heart tremble.
"They are all at the peak of Tier Five," he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.