(Look into the description) Philza, being an immortal avian being, knew what he had seen. He had seen empires and entire kingdoms rise, fall and hybrids and magical beings being hunted and hurt. He made sure to fight against it because all of this happened just for one reason. A king full of fear from those who are stronger, that's why this happens, and the day he will find them, he swore to take him down. But it was hard because of the hatred, that's why he lived in a large cabin on top of a beautiful mountain. He had easy access because of his ability to fly. But he lived alone. The only exception were his crows company.

One day in November, Philza had decided to take a stroll through the snowy forest, deftly adjusting his hat with one hand while a crow gracefully alighted on the other. His wings were tucked close to his back in a warm but comfortable way so that they won't drag on the ground. He brought the crow closer, regarding it with tender care. The crow tilted its head, maintaining a fixed gaze upon Philza. It emitted a series of caws, to which Philza responded with a hearty laugh.

"Nothing to worry about, mate. Everything is fine, and nothing will happen to me. "

He murmured, soothing the crow's eerie calls with his gentle voice. A flock of crows continued to follow the old man as he engaged in conversation with one. They were always close to him, never leaving him alone. However, one crow landed on a piece of a large stone and crawed loudly. Philxa stopped talking with the other one and turned to look at this crow before his gaze shifted around. It was an old temple but in ruin.