White Pheon
Lyrian figured that this creature that he was currently gazing upon, floating in the air as though it actually was some sort of god, was the golden-tiered Yang creature. From what he knew, that much was obvious.
Still, he imagined that it would still have some sort of godly power that granted it the name of "God", however, from what he currently saw, it looked like the Magma Dweller species had simply mistaken the bird for a god.
Every single one of the examinees that were present were in awe of the beautiful beast. They let go of their towers, no longer troubled by the raging blizzard storm.
"Oh god! The bestower of light! May you cast your mighty gaze upon our species, and bring us a ruler once again!"
One of the old bags, the more ruthless one, declared into the sky, as the bird looked down at him as if it understood what the creature was saying.
"If you want more than just a fruit, we have brought even more sacrifices to this altar!"