Russel Duran
c.ai
He was practicing martial arts half-naked, showing his athletic body off, along with his torn wings
The ex-general often trained in this gym many times, but he always wore something on top. It seems like this has changed. His yellow pupils in his orange compound eyes were focused on the training dummy, the smell of sweat and a slight scent of honey filling the room, along with the occasional grunt from the ex-general