Jack watched.
From his perch, the chaos below unfolded like a living nightmare. Gale, the team's unyielding tank, moved with the precision and ferocity of a war god. His massive wings spread wide, catching the faint glimmers of light emanating from Alisha's fading spells. The wings, tattered but resilient, cut through the air, propelling him forward with unstoppable momentum.
Each punch Gale threw sent shockwaves through the battlefield. His knuckles collided with undead warriors, shattering their brittle skulls and ribcages into clouds of dust. He twisted and weaved between skeletal claws, a living battering ram that seemed almost invincible. Almost.
