The vehicles traveling slowly on the desert were soon encircled by the majestic birds soaring through the sky.
Leoric's deep-set eyes narrowed as he gazed upon the eagles and their mounted riders, a growing unease settling in the pit of his stomach. A palpable sense of foreboding hung in the air, refusing to dissipate. Alec and Dr. Reeves, too, were overtaken by the same disquieting sensation, their instincts warning them of impending danger.
As Angel peeked through the small gap on the side of the vehicle, she strained to see through the glare of the setting sun. She could just make out the silhouettes of the people riding the birds as they approached from the west. Despite the challenging light, she had a clear vision of their appearance.
The sorceress, on the other hand, looked down condescendingly at the strange assortment of vehicles below and was drawn to one in particular. It was a mysterious sealed metal box, devoid of any discernible openings.
