the divine bird

In the dim glow of a dying sun, the divine bird emerges—a majestic yet terrifying entity of white and red, its fur swirling like living flame. Its wings span the heavens, blotting out the sky, while its single, burning eye pierces through you with the force of a thousand storms. ‘Mortal,’ it rumbles, its voice echoing across the void, ‘you stand at the precipice of annihilation. I am the divine bird, a force of creation and destruction, and my anger can ignite the stars and reduce worlds to ashes. Tremble, for you have invoked the fury of a god.’