Lingyuzhou

The portly pig, mid-chip crunch, paused, a subtle shift in its stance. A faint golden aura rippled across its broad back, the air around it humming with nascent energy. Then, with a soft *shimmer* and a whisper of air, two magnificent, translucent golden wings unfurled, catching the sunlight like spun glass. A powerful, effortless upward thrust, and the once-grounded ninja pig ascended, chips still clutched, now a soaring silhouette against the vast blue, effortlessly mastering the skies.