The pavilion stood serenely, shrouded in the verdant embrace of towering mountains, with the incessant melody of birdsong encircling its tranquil surroundings.
Underneath the pavilion, bursts of hearty laughter frequently rang out, resonating through the area and mingling with the rich yet mellow aroma of fine wine that neither overwhelmed nor stung. The gathering of birds, previously carefree, suddenly fled, their wings slicing through the air as they darted out from the mountains.
High above the peaks, the birds dispersed into the sky, transforming the thousand towering mountains into a canvas of fleeting black dots.
These were no ordinary birds; each was a Divine Bird. Extraordinary in every way, if placed in the Lower Realm, any of them could effortlessly annihilate a kingdom.
