The shaft of sunlight cut through the gloom like a falling monolith. Splinters of ancient redwood the size of javelins rained down. They whistled through the air as the canopy tore open.
The sky descended.
[Solar Avian-Elemental (Level 75+)]
The System provided a label. The numbers were a joke. Its wingspan stretched the width of a collapsed freeway overpass. It was forged entirely from roaring solar fire and metallic ash. It possessed blades of crystallized heat that hummed with the sound of grinding stone.
"Great," Don muttered. He shielded his eyes with a gloved hand. "A giant, flying space-heater. Because the humidity in this tree was slacking on ruining my afternoon."
"Space-heater?" Elias hissed. His neon-blue [Oversight Eye] spun with a frantic, electronic whine. A thin trail of smoke curled from the edge of his socket. "Don, my hardware is currently trying to uninstall its own drivers. This thing is a localized extinction event with a beak."
