The Dark Clawed Eagles screeched again, this time even louder, their numbers swelling to over a dozen in the swirling sky.
"Everyone, prepare yourselves! Countermeasures, now!" Magnus roared across the chaotic battlefield, his voice barely audible above the din of clashing steel and monstrous roars. The ground forces were already locked in a desperate struggle with the relentless beast horde, and now a new threat emerged from above, adding another layer of peril to the already dire situation.
The Dark Clawed Eagles, with chilling precision, began their descent. Each eagle locked onto a target within the struggling mass of soldiers, their razor-sharp talons and wings poised to strike.
