Night stretched vast and endless above the world, the sky painted in deep shades of indigo and velvet black, scattered with countless stars that shimmered like distant watchful eyes. Far below, the lands passed in silence, forests blending into shadow, rivers reflecting fragments of moonlight as thin silver lines winding across the darkness.
High above the sleeping world, cutting through the heavens with breathtaking speed, a colossal figure moved with effortless majesty.
The Kunpeng.
A mythical creature of immense proportions, its presence alone commanding awe even in the quiet stillness of the night.
Riding upon its broad back, Luca remained seated near the rear, one hand resting lightly against the smooth surface of the creature's feathers as the powerful wind rushed past him in relentless streams. The sheer speed at which they traveled was evident from the way distant landscapes blurred beneath them, entire mountain ranges shrinking into faint outlines within moments.
