The Golden Crow's originally crow-black feathers were now being overtaken by gold. Its entire body glittered, and behind the flames, the phantom of a colossal, divine bird swelled, filling all of Morhaven with abundant Fire Element Energy.
Originally, only the single plume on its head, its eyes, and its three legs were golden. Now, the feathers on its tail and the tips of its wings had turned golden as well.
When the flames finally receded, all the energy flowed back into the Golden Crow's body through the front of its neck, forming a ruff of golden plumes that resembled the flames of the True Sun Fire.
At that moment, the Golden Crow let out a loud cry below the flock of birds. It circled once, as if inspecting their numbers, then flew down toward the golden parasol tree below.
