The Hundred Thousand Mountains stretched beyond one's visual horizons, an unbroken continuous plain with layers upon layers of peaks and knolls.
Suddenly, amidst the mountainous range, there arose a thundering roar. A black dot flew from afar, and continually grew bigger as it charged forth.
It was a black falcon, impressively enormous, and the feathers on its body fluttered at god's speed, rattling and whistling. The falcon's eyes were incredibly sharp, emitting a radiance that sent chills down one's heart.
With a falcon's bellow that reverberated through the highest heavens, the Hundred Thousand Mountains rang with birds fluttering their wings.
On the back of the falcon sat a maiden dressed in a warrior's robe. The maiden's long hair formed a ponytail, making her look adept and unadorned. The maiden had fine, delicate features, she looked bashful and simultaneously adorable.
