Chang Chang [I]

As the sun emerged from the horizon in the glory of the early morning, serene gold petals pushed into the blue colour of the sky after being cast in different direction, creating a wonderful scenery. After the wondrous blackness of the night, an amazing rising sun was an indication of the beginning of another day as a deity in the Underworld.

Dressed in her low-grade Spire-Shield cloth armour, Chang Chang came out of her room with a determined look, holding her wooden glaive in her right hand while the left was clenched in a fist. Raising her head, she closed her eyes and basked herself in the wondrous early morning sunrise. Her Spire-Shield cloth armour brought out the uniqueness of her stature in the way she was standing there with her eyes closed. The sensational feeling she was having was some sort of inspiration for her soul as she held her wooden glaive, more tightly.