"Look at me, Casio."
The White Bird Sacred Fist and Casio sat face to face, their knees crossed, slowly bringing their hands together in prayer. In an instant, the whole gaunt form seemed to vanish, merging with the space around, becoming invisible and transparent. Only sixty-six white stars remained, twinkling and connecting, forming an elegant yet savage Demon Bird.
Chirp!
Casio seemed to hear the distant call of a Water Bird by his ear.
In a daze, he blinked, and the heavens and earth had already shifted.
The sun blazed high, the clouds were soft, and the sky was a brilliant blue.
Beneath his feet lay a stretch of soft, fine golden sand, with layers of black reefs in the distance and waves shattering against them continuously. A glance across the sea offered an endless view, with glimmering ripples. The sea breeze met him head-on, gently brushing past, carrying the salty scent of the sea.
Casio's lone shadow was cast upon the surface of the beach.
