She gripped the end of the table to steady herself, her mind racing. The source of the attack remained invisible, cloaked in the endless shroud of mist.
The Storm Eagle let out an irritated screech, flapping its massive wings to climb higher. Despite the altitude, the streams of water continued to pierce through the mist, reaching them.
At first, it was just one or two, but soon, the attacks multiplied, striking in rapid succession.
Asher remained calm. This was nothing to fear, or so he thought she was overreacting.
Lucia's fear, however, was not entirely groundless.
The Storm Eagle was a powerful beast, its bloodline at the apex of the food chain. If other creatures dared to attack it, they must be nearly as strong, which spelled trouble for them.
Being in the air made it worse; a fall into the ocean would mean certain death.
