The sky ignited into a searing, lethal gold.
Will's [Predator's Instinct] screamed. A spike of phantom pain drove directly into his nerves. The screech that followed sounded like a thousand old-world freight trains grinding their brakes to dust at once.
The System seared a blood-red alert across his vision.
[Warning: Incoming Area-of-Effect — Solar Plumage Bombardment]
[Apex Resource Detected: Solar-Hearth Core (Mythic). Status: Held by Solar Avian-Elemental.]
The core. His pulse steadied against the heat. That's the spark for the Forge.
"Scatter!" Will ordered through the network. "Move! Now!"
The canopy detonated above them.
The Level 75+ Solar Avian-Elemental shed hundreds of metallic feathers forged from hyper-dense, ambient solar radiation. They rained down like a carpet bombing of white-hot artillery shells.
