Ely Hills, above the battlefield,
Under the boundless blue sky, a figure floated leisurely in mid-air, his silhouette not prominent, yet it exuded an unquestionable majesty and strength.
With Lis's exceptional eyesight, he could see that this was a middle-aged man with an unremarkable face. Time seemed not to have etched many lines on his face, leaving only a pair of deep and wise eyes, as if they could discern the mysteries of the world.
Surrounding him was a circle of faint azure Magic Light. This light was gentle and non-dazzling, like the first ray of dawn, warm yet mysterious, adding a few degrees of transcendence to his aura. The light vibrated gently with his breathing, appearing as a silent conversation between him and the Wind Elf, showcasing his profound control of the Wind Element.
