Puff!
In the blink of an eye, they passed each other as if effortlessly slicing through the air. The Black Crow King let out a gut-wrenching cry as blood burst into the sky. A gaping hole as wide as a washbasin had been carved clean through its chest, from front to back.
Wounded and desperate, the massive beast turned, flapping its enormous wings clumsily in a frantic attempt to flee Crow Ridge.
"Trying to escape?" William's voice was cold, merciless.
In a flash, he closed the distance, his wings slicing through the air with precision. The Black Crow King, now unsteady and vulnerable, stood no chance.
With a decisive strike, William beheaded the beast mid-flight.
The giant head, easily the size of seven or eight footballs, tumbled to the ground, trailing blood that painted the air in crimson streaks. The impact of its fall sent up a cloud of dust as it landed with a deafening thud.
