Once News Spread, Winds and Clouds Shook

The Hundred Thousand Mountains stretched beyond one's visual horizons, an unbroken continuous plain with layers upon layers of peaks and knolls. 

Suddenly, amidst the mountainous range, there arose a thundering roar. A black dot flew from afar, and continually grew bigger as it charged forth. 

It was a black falcon, impressively enormous, and the feathers on its body fluttered at god's speed, rattling and whistling. The falcon's eyes were incredibly sharp, emitting a radiance that sent chills down one's heart.

With a falcon's bellow that reverberated through the highest heavens, the Hundred Thousand Mountains rang with birds fluttering their wings.

On the back of the falcon sat a maiden dressed in a warrior's robe. The maiden's long hair formed a ponytail, making her look adept and unadorned. The maiden had fine, delicate features, she looked bashful and simultaneously adorable.