"Riders, the hunt is on!"
At his command, the cavalry behind him erupted in excited howls, beasts and soldiers alike. Streaks of light raced across the grassland, closing in on the black eagle.
A Da Luo being was a treasure trove, no matter its species. The black eagle's feathers and bones could be refined into spiritual treasures, while its flesh and blood could nourish the beasts or strengthen the bones and sinews of newborn children in the tribe.
Seeing Temüjin give chase, the black eagle wheeled and dove again. Temüjin turned and fled once more.
So they remained locked in a standoff. When the black eagle chased, Temüjin fled. When it stopped, he drew his bow and fired. When it fled, he pursued.
The stalemate lasted centuries. Temüjin remained perfectly composed, without a trace of worry, but the black eagle had begun to panic.
Temüjin had expended almost nothing, thanks to his overwhelming mobility. The black eagle, meanwhile, had nearly exhausted its Origin Force defending against arrows imbued with fortune.
Another three hundred years passed. Under Temüjin's relentless hit-and-run tactics, the black eagle finally gave a mournful cry and fell from the sky like a kite whose string had snapped.
The cavalry surged forward like a pack of wolves around their prey, circling the black eagle. They would not approach until they were certain it was dead.
Temüjin rode up. His narrow eyes were sharp, yet beneath them lay the stillness of a deep well. He watched this king of the skies, a Da Luo Demon God who had leaped beyond the River of Time and Space, reach the final chapter of its life.
Regret filled the black eagle's eyes. If only it had known, it would never have eaten those few mortals. It hated this cavalry with every fiber