Chapter 94

A cute little shadow flitter bird cut through the sky like an ink stroke against dawn's pale light, its sleek black feathers barely visible against the lingering mist. It moved with uncanny speed, gliding over towering mountains where the air was thin and sharp, weaving through jagged cliffs where few dared to tread.

With each powerful beat of its wings, it traveled farther, crossing rivers that shimmered like silver ribbons beneath the morning sun, skimming over rolling fields where farmers toiled beneath straw hats, oblivious to the silent messenger above.

Its destination lay beyond these peaceful lands, nestled within the heart of a bustling town. As the scent of civilization thickened in the air, woodsmoke, market spices, the tang of damp stone streets, the bird adjusted its flight. Sharp eyes locked onto its target, and with a final dive, it disappeared into the maze of buildings below.