These were not mere mounts, but living weapons of extraordinary design.
Each bird stood nearly twice the height of a human, with thick, armour-like feathers that looked capable of deflecting standard weaponry. Elaborate crests adorned their heads, a natural crown that spoke of some primordial nobility.
These were Grosbek birds, known for their speed and durability.
The birds moved in perfect synchronization, their movements so precise it seemed they shared a collective consciousness. Their talons could likely tear through steel, their beaks capable of piercing the strongest armour.
Each rider was equipped with specialized gear—armour that seemed to blend seamlessly with their mount, weapons that looked as much a part of their body as their own limbs.
From the sidelines, moving further back into the streets, Preeyonka's expression changed when she saw the arrival of the general. It was no longer amusing to her. She looked serious and told her men to retreat on her command.
