A black spherical object plummeted towards the ground, pulled along by the flight path of the Wind Eagle, which climbed swiftly after shedding some weight. That bomb, fashioned in the style of an aerial munition, tragically smashed down close enough to brush past Murphy's body.
The bunch of mischievous little bastards also attached a buzzer to the bomb, allowing it to emit a sharp, piercing sound as it fell, possessing a sort of charm reminiscent of the deadly wails of Stuka dive-bombers from World War II.
As Murphy watched Yan Song pull on the reins to make the Wind Eagle ascend quickly, he too hurriedly flapped his wings to take flight. Just as he climbed to a kilometer's height, there was a loud boom from below. A blinding fireball erupted, accompanied by the release of heat that spread like wildfire over the barren wasteland below.
