When a white owl cleaned its wings and flew away. A group of crows now replaced the owl and perched on a tree branch, black with a frightening beak, a slightly tilted crow's eyes then looked at Ernest who was below.
The sound of flying wings then sounds louder. It continues to grow every second in a speed that is difficult to explain. The voice then stopped between the trees.
Every tree around Ernest is now filled with birds of various types, eagles, crows, carcasses. There is one similarity that is identical, the birds are all black as if they were fused in the darkness of the night.
There is a mysterious aura of purple that comes out of the birds. When the purple aura is getting more thick, the bird's feathers which are then attached to the flesh and wings are now slowly falling. Not just one, but all birds somehow lost their hair.
