On the Eastern Sea, by the shore.


    The winds gently stirred the air, and the waves rose like blooming flowers.


    Jano stood on the beach, gazing into the distance where the Greatwood Clan had disappeared beyond the horizon. They had left, but not without asking for a few of Jano''s people to accompany them as scouts for their oceanic journey. However, Jano knew that crossing the sea without a large group was practically a one-way trip for these scouts—returning would be nearly impossible.


    Despite the dangers, Jano found fifty adventurous young souls from his tribe willing to join the journey. Before they left, he gave them a new surname—Wind—and officially incorporated them as a branch of the Winged People, marking their shared destiny.


    Over the following years, Jano''s tribe continued to thrive along the Eastern Sea.


    Two decades passed.


    The Mount Celestia tribe now numbered ten thousand. The influence of the Titan''s blood had profoundly altered the tribe''s appearance and powers. More than ninety of the tribe members had ascended to the rank of Extraordinary, and the influence of Titan blood had created a surge of new and unique abilities.


    By the third decade after settling by the Eastern Sea, the Mount Celestia tribe''s population had reached thirty thousand. Among them, several hundred were now Extraordinary, with new professions emerging, like Sky Knights, Light Swordsmen, Light Guardians, and Sky Assassins, almost all wielding light-based powers.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    The tribe''s growth was remarkable, but the reality was that these first-generation professions had limited potential, only reaching the first or second tier of power. The Light Swordsman had managed to reach the second stage, but Jano''s attempt to create a profession with both Lightning and Light proved unsuccessful—there were no other extraordinary individuals in his tribe with the necessary aptitude to match his own power.


    As the decades continued to pass, Jano''s own power continued to grow, and by the end of the sixth decade, Jano had mastered the final stage of the Holy Winged Walker profession, just one step away from Legendary status.


    The tribe had grown to a sprawling network of settlements and villages, spread across the nearby mountains. Jano now stood in a position of unmatched power and influence, his wings now vast and white, his silver hair and purple eyes a clear testament to his transformation.


    "How long the journey, how far we''ve come," Jano whispered as he looked at his people. The transformation from the Hawkmen Tribe into the Winged People was complete. The once familiar features of their ancestors had almost entirely faded. In their place, they had become smaller versions of Titans, with wings.


    But time was a cruel master, and despite the advances, some things couldn''t be avoided. His old friends—Lian, Sang, Lie—had long since passed, victims of the relentless march of time.


    Jano stood atop the mountain, overlooking the thriving Mount Celestia. As the tribe''s numbers swelled, they had created settlements across the region. No longer were they the Hawkmen People, but a new race—the Winged People—had taken their place.


    One year ago, Jano had officially declared this change, and with it, his tribe''s independence. They were no longer part of the Hawkmen Tribe, but something new, something greater.


    Meanwhile, far to the north, the Titan King and the Ancient Dragon King had waged the final battle in the Sky Realm, a battle that had decimated both sides. Their deaths left only ruin and uncertainty in their wake.


    And at this critical moment, a band of goblins from the far north, riding their stout wolves, arrived at a massive metal gate in the snowy mountains...