The swarm continued descending.
The sky darkened as hundreds of black wings cut through the air. The sound alone was overwhelming.
Flap. Flap. Flap.
The air trembled with the violent beating of wings. The first wave of spatial blades met them head-on.
Shhk! Shhk! Shhk!
Birds were sliced apart mid-air. Blood sprayed through the sky like dark rain as feathers scattered across the highway.
But the swarm did not stop.
More birds poured downward from above, their crimson eyes glowing with feral hunger. Several birds dropped, but dozens more replaced them immediately. The battlefield had become a storm of feathers, claws, and blood.
Meanwhile, Sylas remained where he stood, his gaze fixed upward. The giant bird was still descending from above the swarm. Its massive wings beat heavily as it led the attack. The moment its shadow covered the ground below, the pressure around them deepened.
