A large white bird, falcon-like in shape, soared through the sky, its massive wings slicing the wind with effortless grace.
Clouds parted before its path, sometimes scattering like timid spectators, other times clustering around it like a veil, shielding its form from the world below.
The falcon wasn't enormous, but it moved with a predator's elegance, each wing stretching a full meter in length.
Ahead of it, a man hurtled through the air, propelled by shockwave bursts of speed. His face was a mask of grim determination, arms folded tightly as he cut through the sky's defiant winds.
The sun blazed overhead, relentless in its assault, yet the man remained untouched by its fury. Not that it would have mattered—this season's heat was forgiving, but even if it weren't, he was a Paragon. Such things were beneath his concern.
