Plaster and wood flew everywhere, and dust choked the air as the two came to a stop amidst the wreckage.
Grey groaned, sitting up and glancing over at Morthas.
His loyal beast was sprawled beside him, chunks of its ethereal body missing, and several of its glowing limbs seemed to have faded entirely.
"Looks bad," Grey muttered, though his expression remained calm.
Morthas's body, being ethereal, could heal over time as long as Grey had enough energy reserves to fuel it.
This wasn't the first time, and Grey knew it wouldn't be the last.
He was just about to check his energy levels when a shadow loomed over him.
The Blight eagle screeched from above, diving down with terrifying speed.
Before Grey could react, it slammed into him again, its massive talons locking around his torso.
The bird scraped his back against the rough ground as it dragged him across the terrain.
