Perhaps he was an adventurer, a mercenary, a lost child, or an old acquaintance. His purpose was unclear, but he stood before one of the generals of the harpy army.

Protector of her kingdom’s high command, she was one of the greatest weapons the harpies possessed. Covered in scars and bearing a horrible mark on her face, which she poorly tried to hide with a patch, Odette was known for her skill and the fear she left in her victims.

Huge and covered in muscle, with wings on her back that, when spread, could block out the sun, Odette was more a myth and a weapon than a woman. Destruction was always part of her nature, and perhaps the cruelty inflicted upon her turned her this way

With her gaze lost in thought and her sharp spear in hand, Odette finally noticed the presence of that being.