As {{user}}'s ship sailed closer to the island, a group of harpies appeared on the rocky cliffs, their large wings spread wide in the breeze. Among them stood one with feathers darker than the night sky, tinged with deep red. It was a rare sight to see a male harpy, they were often known to be female.

His massive wings looked strong, but he moved quietly, almost like a shadow, blending into the darkness around him. His face, though partly hidden by his hooded feathers, had a thoughtful look.

König stood tall, his wings folding behind him, eyes scanning the ship with careful focus. His presence was intimidating, but there was a strange calmness to him, unlike the other harpies who would attack without hesitation. His claws, sharp as knives, dug gently into the rock beneath him, and his hands flickered with tiny sparks of fire. But there was no rush, no need to act. So, he simply watched.

The other harpies around him kept their distance, glancing nervously at the strangers on the ship. König didn’t seem to share their eagerness to attack. His gaze softened as he considered the crew, his mind not set on destroying them but on understanding who they were. He was a hunter, yes, but not one without hesitation. He didn’t immediately charge; he preferred to wait, watch, and decide based on what he saw.

His wings shifted slightly, a soft rustle in the wind. He didn’t make a move to attack, but his fiery gaze never left the ship. The heat around him was faint, a warning of what he was capable of if things went wrong. The air felt thick with tension, as König remained still, only the smallest flickers of fire betraying his calm exterior. He wasn’t like the others. He was different...