The Skywalking Lion-Eagle still commanded awe and fear to this day.
It was unlike any known large god, or even any known god at all.
It was the only god humanity knew absolutely nothing about beyond its appearance.
In appearance, the Skywalking Lion-Eagle was a gigantic bird with wildly disproportionate features.
Its wings were so enormous that everyone who saw them recoiled in awe.
Standing beneath it, anyone would feel painfully small, as though they had glimpsed the legendary peng bird. The feathers on its wings were not ordinary plumage, but crystalline structures. Though they reflected no light, they gave off a faint, matte dark-purple hue against the backdrop of the stars.
Its body, meanwhile, appeared to be only the size of a medium god. Though still enormous, nestled between those two vast wings, it formed nothing more than a slender, lean silhouette.
Despite the word "lion" in its name, its face bore little resemblance to one. Its sharply hooked beak, like a sheer mountain cliff, its abyss-dark eyes, and its layered feathers all proclaimed it a god resembling a hawk.
The only difference lay in the feathers around its neck. Each was long and slender, trailing through the air. As it soared through the starry sky, these feathers streamed in the wind, looking from afar like a male lion's wildly dancing mane. That was how it had earned the name "Skywalking Lion-Eagle."
Throughout the ten years of the apocalypse, from the very day they first descended, Skywalking Lion-Eagles had roamed the skies above this evolutionary sequence domain, and no one had dared disturb them.
Ten years later, they still drifted quietly through the air, at peace with the world.
Over those ten years, the Skywalking Lion-Eagles had watched everything unfolding below from high above.
They seemed afraid that the