The air grew thick with an unnatural stillness. Trevor, Emily, and Sixtie hovered high above the battlefield, the three of them motionless as they faced the distant form emerging from the horizon.
Wings.
Massive, dark wings spread wide, blotting out the distant sun. They beat against the wind with such force that the atmosphere trembled, sending shockwaves across the ruined city. The sheer presence of the creature distorted the very air, as if the sky itself was trying to reject its existence.
And then, it screamed.
A piercing, bone-shaking shriek tore through the heavens, a sound so powerful it cracked the ground below and sent shockwaves through the atmosphere. The fabric of reality itself seemed to tremble beneath the force of its cry.
Trevor's smirk didn't falter. "Well, that's one hell of a greeting."
The creature fully emerged from the shadows.
A Harpy—no, the Harpy.
