In ancient times, the land of the Nine Provinces was home to the winged folk who could fly, the humans skilled in secret arts, and the demon folk who lived hidden in darkness year-round. The winged folk were divided into the golden-winged, silver-winged, and black-winged. The golden-winged folk valued peace. The silver-winged folk lived year-round in a place that could move and whose location was unknown. Though skilled in mechanisms, they never involved themselves in worldly affairs. The ambitious black-winged folk dreamed of uniting the Nine Provinces and repeatedly attacked its towns, passes, and strategic strongholds. A hundred years ago, they were finally wiped out by the golden-winged folk in alliance with the humans of the Nine Provinces. The black-winged refugees cut off with their own hands the wings that had let them soar through the sky, then mingled among the demon folk and lived in a darkness where the sun never shone, waiting for the birth of the legendary Crystal Empress. "Whoever possesses the Crystal Wings will rule the world."
Theme: Sunshine always comes after the storm.
Why is there so much nonsense in one chapter? But the capital letters are pretty good (?ò ? ó?) Looking forward to the update