Ili Hills, above the battlefield,
Beneath the boundless azure sky, a figure drifted leisurely through the air. Though not particularly imposing in appearance, he possessed an authority and power that could not be ignored.
With Li Si's exceptional eyesight, he could make out an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. Time seemed not to have left many marks upon his face, leaving only a pair of deep, wise eyes that seemed capable of seeing through all the mysteries of the world.
A pale cyan Magic Aura surrounded him. Its glow was soft and not glaring, like the first ray of morning sunlight—warm yet mysterious—lending him an otherworldly air. The aura rose and fell gently with his breathing, as though it were a silent conversation between him and the wind spirits, displaying his profound command over the Wind Element.
In his right hand, he gripped an eagle-headed magic staff of blue-gold metal. Ancient and dignified, its shaft was carved with intricate eagle-feather patterns, as though it contained the power of wind spirits.
He wore a deep-colored mage robe, its hem swaying gently in the breeze like the sky itself. It concealed his form while revealing an indescribable nobility and solemnity, as if all things in the world were offering him their reverence.
Amid the fervent embrace of the Wind Element, the figure seemed to have merged with the sky itself.
His presence became the unshakable symbol of a king ruling this stretch of heaven. The Wind Element seemed to hold endless respect for him, circling around him—sometimes gently lifting him, sometimes howling wildly—displaying this Majesty's authority and power.
When the warriors below looked up at this king of the skies, an indescribable sense of submission rose within them. His silent yet overwhelming majesty was like an invisible force that pierced the clouds and struck