A few minutes after the giant bird passed, a vast swarm of Winged Clan experts came screaming in from the distance.
Ethan took one look at that black cloud of silhouettes and his scalp went tight. He sank deeper into cover, making himself as small as possible, and turned True Sight on them.
Almost immediately, one figure at the front drew his attention—a middle-aged guy with a rough, unpleasant-looking face.
Tier 33.
Ethan's heart jumped. So that's him… Aeralon.
And he actually came in person.
The Winged Clan swept overhead in a roaring stream. Their eyes were locked on the bird. They didn't spare the ground below even a glance.
Which made sense.
If they let that roc escape, what awaited them was retaliation—violent, relentless, and personal. They didn't have the numbers to let something like that hunt them down again.
One ambush had already cost them half their manpower. If it happened a second time, they might get wiped out completely.
