"I don't know, but I don't want to find out the hard way!" Harlin shouted, backing away from the edge.
"They're coming right at us!" Reva screamed. "What do we do, Lyerin?"
"Stay calm," Lyerin commanded, though his tone was sharp. "Panic won't save you."
"Easy for you to say!" Callen snapped, his voice shaking. "You're the one who dragged us here!"
"Enough!" Lyerin's voice cut through the chaos like a whip. "You wanted to know what's out there, didn't you? Well, now you'll see."
The soldiers fell silent, their gazes fixed on the approaching swarm. The creatures were close enough now to reveal their features—razor-sharp talons, glowing eyes, and wings that sliced through the air with deadly precision.
"What do we do?" Lucas asked, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.
Lyerin's lips curled into a smirk. "First, we see what they want. Then... we respond."
