The voice in the sky that everyone in the Garuda tribe praises is me.
However, a few months ago I could no longer speak out, and everyone's expressions changed from initial concern to deep pity and complexity. Yes, the voice of the sky, which was originally the most favored by God among the sacrificial clan, was suddenly deprived of its glory by God. How can we persist with such a gap?
"Shenyin, for your glory, will you continue to remain silent?" The ancient voice echoed in the hall.
I also know that I cannot be silent, Grandpa. But God has taken it away.
"If we can find the fruit of the abyss, maybe..."
It is God's will communicated to you. I will seek the fruits of the abyss, but not now.
"Okay, Shenyin, let's wait for the coming-of-age ceremony. How can you fly out of this thundering city called the Hanging Garden before you have wings?"
Yes, I'm not old enough to grow wings yet,... But soon.