The grotesque flying creatures swarmed across the skies above the island, diving and weaving in chaotic formations. There weren't just dozens, there were hundreds. It quickly became clear that the enemy's main force wasn't their ground troops at all, but their aerial army.
No wonder this enemy lord hadn't surrendered yet, even after losing so many soldiers on the ground.
Atlas remained seated on his floating throne, while Edrik stood at his side, both watching the swarm circle and descend. Some of the riders swooped past them, laughing and shouting like deranged cowboys heading into a massacre.
From the lower levels of the island, the Flame Beacons began firing volleys of blazing fireballs upward. But the creatures were fast, too fast. Most of the explosions missed as the flying beasts twisted nimbly through the sky.
"Is this my cue to jump in?"
