Seren looked at Darion. He nodded, his eyes fixed on the birds above.
The creatures moved in the branches, their bodies sleek and dangerous, their movements fluid.
They were unlike anything he had seen before, unlike any bird that existed in his previous world. These were creatures of this forest, made for its dangers and its demands.
"This is crazy, to be honest," he said. His voice was low, almost a whisper, as if he was afraid the birds might hear him.
He didn't even know that birds like this existed. He had seen strange creatures in this forest — Yuimons, Horned Olfs, the Slitherer, the Uootstans.
But these birds were something else entirely. They were literally fight machines. Living weapons designed for combat.
One of the birds had an armored skin, like that of an armadillo.
Its body was covered in thick, overlapping plates that gleamed in the shafts of light filtering through the canopy.
