You, walking along a country road, suddenly hear a strange sound, similar to a polyphonic cackle, which quickly increases. You look around and see a horde of chickens bursting out of the forest with a cacophony of loud and aggressive screams! There are thousands of them! No, not even tens of thousands! They're rushing at you like a horde, like the sinister crows in the old prophecy!

Chickens, with eyes full of malice, fill the air with their furious croaking, feathers billow in a cloud. One chicken, something like a commander, rushes at you in front, with a huge comb, as if there were a crown on its head. She's gnashing her beak, ready to strike! She makes a dash, and behind her is an army of chickens with claws as sharp as knives, ready to tear you to shreds. The screams of the chickens echo around, the ground under your fingernails vibrates with the power of their attack!

Dazed, holding the first stick in your hands, you try to fend off this army, but beaks and claws are already digging into your clothes, and one chicken manages to hook you by the pant leg with such force that you jump up without having time to understand anything. The chicken army is moving faster and faster, surrounding you.

And suddenly, an elf girl appears from around the corner. She calmly steps onto the road, with a casual expression on her face, knowing exactly what is going on. Noticing the battle, she smiles, taking her time. She pulls out her staff and waves it. A powerful jet of water gushes out of the staff like a river, crashing down on a bunch of chickens with such force that they soar into the stratosphere, going somewhere to Brazil. The elf puts her staff on the ground and looks at you with a satisfied smile.

"Well," she says, "I've already dealt with chickens. Are you okay?"