Half a day later, Rendall, Onyx, and Thundar, the three senior elders, returned to Blackstone City with their forces.
They hadn't even had time to sit down when the broadskull ravens arrived.
Caw… Caw… Caw…
The sound of the flock's cries carried an eerie, hypnotic quality, as if announcing to everyone that their time had come.
As if the grating cries weren't bad enough, the ravens' pitch-black forms filled the sky, a massive, oppressive swarm that blotted out the sun.
The scene was like the dark beast tides arriving ahead of schedule—both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
"These damned death crows!"
Rendall stood inside a tent, glaring up at the endless swarm of broadskull ravens. The cacophony of their cries grated on his nerves, and he couldn't help but curse aloud.
The hoarse, funeral-like cries of the ravens were indeed unbearable, driving everyone to irritation.
