All birds cleared the sky, sun still high, still burning with an intense heat, feathers ceased raining down from above, blood flowed upon the suspended village, seeping down into the ravine, permeating the bones used to construct it, dismembered limbs, belonging to westerners, to drylurkers, and to undeads.
It be a small understatement to say that the nightbirds had gotten their feathers a bit ruffled from this whole ordeal, it had certainly been a challenge for Tilmiel and her girls, but as the corvid had thought, trials set by Loimos were always fair and it had made the nightbirds actually experience in something other than information gathering and assassination, which was always something that they had needed to go over.
