Expressing the sincere feelings in her heart, Ores gradually cald down her previously anxious emotions. Yes, she might be a bit clumsy, but Tilan doesn't dislike her and truly likes her. They are deep companions, neither would abandon the other, nor would they mind if she can't contribute.
Tilan believes in , so I must do well. Holding onto simple thoughts, Ores nodded and finally set her uneasy heart at rest, watching Tilan leave.
Flying in the biting icy wind, Celestia's mind also recalled the scene just now, feeling a bit envious for so reason.
She was a genius since childhood, and everyone in the Sky Courtyard treated her well. But as a result of being too talented, few could keep up with her pace. It wasn't until she unknowingly grew up that she realized she didn't have that childhood playmate. Her most frequent conversations were with teachers and seniors, while peers mostly looked up to her with admiration.
Thoughts drifting, the three flew through the biting cold wind over Antarctica, where everything in view was monotonously white. It wasn't until hours later that they saw the massive crater on the horizon, with so radar towers standing around the giant pit, intermittently rotating, scanning the environnt and maintaining surveillance.
"Let's lower our altitude to proceed," Tilan spoke, bringing Celestia out of her thoughts.
Loloria glanced at a radar in the distance, then flew towards another side. "That radar might recognize , I'll separate from you first."
Afterward, the three cautiously approached the gigantic crater. Relying on their previous experience exploring dead volcanoes, this ti Tilan safely guided the two down into the depths of the earth.
"That is..." The girl had just landed when she heard Celestia's sowhat unusual voice.
Following the gaze, Tilan saw many figures frozen in the ice. They were corpses that had been dead for who knows how many years, yet they remained lifelike.
"Thunder Wing Species?" Loloria involuntarily spoke upon seeing the sharp tallic wings behind the deceased bodies.
"It should be," Celestia replied.
The Thunder Wing Species' wings were closer to tal. They were extrely adept at magnetic and electric abilities, allowing them to freely manipulate the tal wings on their backs, forming shields for protection or sharp weapons, and various other tools.
In fact, the Thunder Wing Species also possessed very advanced chanical technology, controlling nurous chanical body clusters. Back then, they were formidable opponents of the chanical Council, with ecological niches extrely close. According to secret records within the Cult, the chanical Sun·Soft was ultimately ripped apart and destroyed by the Dark Sun·Amorrenqin, the creator of the Thunder Wing Species.
The Heavenly Wing Four Tribes were powerful favored races of the first echelon at the end of the Fifth Epoch, while earlier subordinate races like the 'Grey Feather Species' and 'Vein Leaf Species' could no longer compete with these newer newborn races.
"It's surprising to find Thunder Wing Species remains here." Celestia seed puzzled.
"Is it that strange?" Loloria was puzzled; given their fierce battles with the Heavenly Wing Four Tribes, encountering them anywhere wouldn't be surprising.
"Because according to records, the Thunder Wing Species never occupied this planet. Moreover, the planet at that ti should have belonged to His Majesty Xi Aiflian," Celestia recalled.
"Let's not worry about that. Let's continue to see what lies below."
The bottom of the approximately 5-kiloter-wide gigantic crater accumulated a thick layer of ice. Despite so chanical body patrols, it remained quite deserted. The thick snow and ice isolated them, and the three, even if they revealed themselves, might not be detected by those chanical bodies.
Utilizing Loloria's special perception of chanical electronic creations, the three cautiously broke through the ice layer, spiraling downward, gradually approaching the deep underground base.
As they went deeper into the frozen ice cave, the surrounding light grew dimr. Hours later, when Tilan looked back, she could only see a palm-sized patch of sky above them. At this point, they were nearly a thousand ters underground, where everything was utterly silent, the only sounds being each other's breathing and the sizzling steam from lting ice layers.
As they continued downward, the three saw not only Thunder Wing Species corpses but also strange chanical bodies frozen in the ice layers and Silver Wings Species bodies that died many years ago. These beautiful creatures closed their eyes, and their wings were pierced by tal shards, possessing an indescribable poignant and sorrowful beauty.
Indeed, they were the creator's ticulous works. Even in death, these beautiful races resemble artful sculptures, prompting deep reflections.
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