Angel's Descent: The Wings of Rebellion

As a few Goblin Sky Knights ascended into the air and approached Jano,

On the vast Meng'en Plains below, in the center of the Goblin encampment, a group of Human figures sat near a strange iron structure.

A middle-aged man with short golden hair gazed up at the massive Winged One army soaring above them, a look of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

"Back in the day, the Empire had an airborne force a thousand times more powerful than this winged tribe!"

"Carrying wings and soaring through the skies, the Celestial Harmonies Legion, one of the nine great aerial legions, was far more awe-inspiring than these Winged Ones!"

A beautiful blonde girl rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Unfortunately, those days are long gone. The Empire has fallen, and now all we can do is ensure that humanity doesn't die out on this land."

"If that happens, it would be a disgrace to all the sacrifices the Empire made to protect this world!"

"Indeed," the dark-haired man replied, agreeing. "Fiona, you've had contact with that Winged King. Do you think he might be an ally?"

The blonde girl chuckled bitterly.

"That Winged King is not so simple!"

"He knows some secrets, but not much. He tried to convince me that he's from our era, reborn into the Winged Ones through a process called 'reincarnation.'"

"That's a bit far-fetched! Even the most powerful mages of the Empire couldn't accomplish something like that!"

A young man with blue hair laughed softly.

"True, but I'm inclined to believe him. Seems like this Winged King is looking for something from us."

"That's a good thing, Fiona," the blue-haired man continued. "What we should worry about is if he has no ulterior motive!"

The old man beside them, with black hair, spoke up.

"That's exactly why he's someone worth negotiating with."

The blonde girl smiled and said, "Grandpa Yang, this Winged King claims to be from the Eastern Human race of our time. In the meantime, you should try to contact him and see what he wants."

"Ah, you really don't let me have any peace," the old man replied, shaking his head. "Alright, I'll go see what he wants."

"If I'd known, we should have woken up sooner. Now the goblins have the upper hand. It's hard to accept."

The blonde girl sighed.

"Not necessarily. If the goblins hadn't broken the lock we set up, we might have never woken up. The Empire's glory would have truly been lost to time."

"Look at us—once we had so many shelters, but how many remain now?"

"Well, at least we're not being manipulated," the blue-haired man commented sharply.

In the skies above

The Goblin Knights had reached Jano, and the leading knight bowed respectfully.

"Honorable Winged King, King Amigul has prepared a camp and provisions for your noble tribe."

Jano looked in the direction the knight pointed and saw a neat and tidy encampment beside the Goblin camp, with plenty of supplies and equipment arranged.

He nodded, impressed.

It seemed that the Goblin King took the Winged Ones seriously. Amigul was indeed a good ally!

Sensing Jano's satisfaction, the Goblin knight continued.

"Honorable Winged King, once you've settled your people, please join us at the King's central tent before the sun sets."

"King Amigul wishes to discuss the specifics of the Titan Giant campaign with the leaders of all races."

"Understood. I will be there on time," Jano replied.