From the depths of the sky, a massive bird began its descent. Unlike anything Feng Chen had ever seen, the creature was draped in a brilliant, otherworldly purple.
Its feathers shimmered like flames, flickering with a strange, ethereal glow... an eerie purple fire that licked at the air around it. The closer it came, the more unnatural it appeared, as though its very existence blurred the boundaries between reality and illusion.
The bird's wings didn't simply glide through the air... they seemed to shift and warp it, as if they were woven from pure energy rather than flesh and feathers.
When the bird finally landed, it did so with an air of regal command, its talons sinking deep into the ground, carving scars into the battlefield as if marking its territory.
Not too far from where Feng Chen stood, the bird towered over everything in sight, its presence alone enough to make the earth tremble.
