Beneath the grey, churning cloud vortex, in the eyes of terrified humans, a towering eagle-headed giant stood amidst the city. His massive form was so colossal that the tallest buildings of the city could only reach up to his waist.
For a civilization on the surface of the Earth, a creature with such an enormous body was a god-like existence that was simply beyond their ability to cope with. Merely laying eyes on it would naturally inspire awe and fear.
Thus, the city armed forces—fifteen armed helicopters—drawn by the God-stealing Elder's blood sacrifice, began to retreat upon seeing the Son of the Golden Eagle, whose body had already reached into the heavens.
But their recent attack had drawn the attention of this half-god whose hearts were not so broad. Shrouded in a layer of golden light, which made the divine being seem sacred, he opened his mouth and breathed out gently.