Draw Ghosts

An era, a legend, a werewolf, describing a chapter of freedom and faith. The story unfolds from a town in one of the three camps... A golden-crowned Sauraza eagle passed through the thick cumulus clouds, riding the wind and snow, until it reached the Black Iron City. Ers, when he was low in a dark alley, shook his feathers, and hundreds of dark green brilliance of different thicknesses burst out, rippling and flying like silk ribbons in the wind, accompanied by the whirling of eagle feathers. After landing, he was already a silver-haired old man...