Three days later.
Beneath a flawless azure sky.
A strangely designed carriage, even carrying an absurd air about it, flew unsteadily several thousand meters above the ground amid the creaking of wooden axles.
Looking closely, what pulled this heavy carriage was not some winged Pegasus or magical beast.
It was an unknown number of ordinary gray-brown sparrows!
The sparrows strangely held specially made miniature hooks in their beaks, with countless extremely thin transparent threads connected to the carriage.
Like a dense swarm of bees, they dragged the carriage onward one after another, desperately flying through the fierce winds.
The driver seated up front was a muscular man with the build of a violent bear.
Yet atop his massive head sat, bizarrely, a rusty iron mask shaped like a spiked cage.
The mask concealed his true face completely, revealing only a pair of cold, sharp owl-like eyes through its holes as they continuously scanned the surrounding airspace.
In his thick hand, the driver incongruously held a slender whip that flickered with faint blue lightning.
From his mouth came a continuous stream of bright, piercing whistles, though their strange tones sounded like some ancient bird language.
Each time he forcefully blew the whistle and viciously cracked the blue-glowing whip through the air.
The sparrows pulling the carriage would let out shrill chirps as though pumped full of stimulants, frantically beating their wings at the cost of their lives.
As the carriage sped onward, sparrows whose hearts burst from exhaustion continuously fell helplessly from the sky like raindrops.
Yet at the same time, summoned by those eerie whistles, hundreds upon thousands more sparrows flew in endlessly from the forests and mountains in every direction, as though bewitched by demonic music, fearlessly volunteering to join the cruel work of pulling the carriage.
This bizarre