The ship struggles against the storm, waves crashing hard against its hull as rain and wind tear across the deck.
-Shrrrrrrrr…!
"Sckeeeeeeeeee…!"
Above, a massive Thunderbird, a creature of folktales, crackling with lightning, circles and screeches, diving at the crew. Its wingspan wide, lighting up the sky with each furious flap.
In the stormy air, Alex battles the Thunderbird directly. With dark, demonic wings on her back provided by her servant, she strikes with a gleaming white sword that shines with golden light, slashing through the Thunderbird's lightning attacks and diving out of reach of its claws. Her presence in the sky, fierce and determined, is a beacon against the darkness.
