The cry of the dragon eagle pierced the sky. Siculus sat on the eagle's back, his linen turban blown by the wind. He looked out at the endless green grassland in the distance. There was the miracle of the Alan continent, the ancient city that had revived after disappearing for four hundred years, and the oracle who had created this miracle and brought hope to the Alan continent, the great wizard inherited from the imperial era, the real Alan great wizard.
The dragon eagle sisters flew on both sides of Sim, and on the eagles' backs were the knights guarding the city lord. They looked at the grassland in the distance with great shock. If the changes in Plan City made the Bitia people envious, the Witch City would make all those who witnessed it unable to believe their eyes.
The vast grasslands, the yellow sand hidden in the green, the herds of cattle, sheep and wild antelopes, the shepherds riding on camels and waving whips, all of these reminded the Bitians of the ancient legends, the glorious era hidden in four hundred years ago.
"God!"
Myths and legends are so far away, but everything before our eyes is so real.
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