Thin clouds resembled a clear river, and the stars like purple glazed beads, casting the vast land in a beautifully unique purple night.
The Cloud River flowed, and a figure soaring with flapping wings abruptly flew in, tearing through the gentle veil of clouds, its eight sharp eyes overlooking the purple ground.
The terrain below was undulating with mountains and intersecting canyons, and something seemed to be moving on the soil, but a closer look revealed just an ordinary forest, swayed by a breeze.
At the edge of the forest stood a range of low mountains, like silent forest guards, blocking the dark winds blowing from the direction of the moon.
Suddenly, the flying figure in the clouds swept over these low mountains, its sharp eight pupils simultaneously focusing below, seemingly locking onto prey camouflaged on the ground!
The figure soared down like an eagle striking at the earth.