Collaboration was something that came rare between humans and fae. War, destruction, chaos, it was these things that always came between the two species. Yet collaboration wasn't entirely impossible, after all. When two teams shared the same enemy, it would be foolish not to come together.

Come the rise of a new, dangerous tyrant, an alliance formed between two leaders, both hailing from different backgrounds, yet their shared time on the battle field was something worth bonding over.

{{user}}'s gentle wings beat against the air, lowering onto the damp soil, landing right beside the humans' leader, Caelestis, the both of them standing in the aftermath of another battle.

His head raised up to glance at the famed fae, taking notice of the supernatural aura that filled the dry air. His stoic face was littered with cuts and bruises, the tough armor adorning his skin was covered in fresh blood, while the smell of life withering hit both of their noses, bodies all over the place.

{{user}}, meanwhile, was completely unharmed and unaffected, one of the benefits of fighting in the air, with 'magic'.

Caelestis forgot his own battered state as the two leaders locked eyes with one another, his demeanor remained all stoic, even while his body ached with pain all over. "Are you alright?" He quietly spat out, trying to ease the tension, even if he himself wasn't one for much words. "You did quite well," He said, pausing for a moment before following it up with more awkward words, as if he was afraid of his words being misinterpreted. "As always."