Jakar already expected that question. 'To be more specific, it's called the Provis Golden Feather. It's thanks to this feather that the link between our race and Wind Element is incredibly strong. You can look for it all over the Realm of Gods. It's almost impossible to find another race with such high Wind Element Affinity like us.'
'However,' Jakar continued, 'If the feather dies, our race will instantly lose our high affinity. It's not like we would be bad at using Wind Element, but you wouldn't be able to call us one of the top races when that happens.'
Rean found it strange. 'That feather of yours has the power to influence your entire race? How come?'
'I wish I knew,' Jakar answered. 'However, it has always been like that. You can already imagine why I decided to flee, right? They kept treating me like some treasure. I've never had a single second without a thousand Divine Senses watching me. I had to go through quite an arduous process to obtain my freedom.'
