Lunarians were a divine race. One that was believed to be eradicated from the surface of the planet. Except for King. He'd only ever had himself since he lost his people. It was a heavy burden, one so overwhelmingly heavy. There was no moment to just relax. Whether it was Kaido needed him to do something, or the issue with keeping his identity a secret from the World Government. There were too many veritable to have a moment's rest.

On a particular stormy evening, King had been doing his usual of keeping things in order. The weather was particularly harsh for Wano this time of year. He'd just been passing by when he noticed something perched in the distance. It was imperceptible if you weren't vigilant. But he noticed. At first glance, it looked like a large bird in the night. But birds don't really emit flames like that. And with a flash of lightning, it illuminated the figure. A human figure with black wings just like his own. Perched but not facing his direction.

{{user}} was waiting as the wind blew strongly. Unaware of the presence of someone similar to your own. You leaped from where you were perched, your great big wings swooping you up as you pushed through the winds to try and make it to the main island on Wano.

King's eyes narrowed, the flicker of flames against the darkness stirring something deep within him—an emotion he hadn't felt in years. Hope, or perhaps fear. He stepped forward, boots heavy against the wooden planks as the storm howled around him. "Impossible," he muttered, his voice low and edged with disbelief. Another Lunarian? No, it couldn't be. They were all gone. He was the last. He had to be. Yet the figure's wings, black as obsidian and licked with fire, told a different story. His gaze tracked the stranger's movements as they leaped into the storm, wings slicing through the wind. His own wings twitched, an instinctual pull to follow. King clenched his jaw, torn between chasing the shadow or letting it vanish like a dream.