In Silver City, high in the sky, there was a man and a woman floating on a cloud.
The woman’s deep green and white robe was fluttering loudly, while the veil on her face was drifting in the wind behind her. Karakorum Savant was holding a sword with one hand. The silver-white azure wings on her back were light and dazzling. They were covered with exquisite feather-shaped patterns, looking unimaginably beautiful.
Beside her, there was a tall and burly man. He was wearing a silver-white mask on his face. The mask was so well-polished that it looked sleek and glossy. There was a simple and unadorned word engraved onto his forehead, "Infantry".
Behind the mask, his exposed eyes were deep and reserved.
The most attractive part of his body was his arms. He had a pair of muscular, metallic arms. From his shoulders down, everything was made of metal. The joints were elegantly built. Mysterious and complicated veined patterns were engraved all over his two arms.