Beside him stood the Winter Beast, Flamingo, Bloom, Cackle Queen, and Mane King—all his legendary summons crowded onto the hawk's back, their combined weight making flight increasingly difficult.
The Wind Hawk's eyes enlarged with the terrible understanding of its imminent death.
Despite its incredible speed, despite fleeing several miles, despite every survival instinct screaming at it to escape—somehow the human had appeared directly on top of it. There was no outrunning spatial manipulation. There was no escape from an enemy who could simply choose to be wherever they wanted.
Arthur simply smiled, his expression carrying no malice, just tactical finality. "Did you really think I'd let level 27 experience fly away?"
"Sorry, big birdie!" Aether chirped from Arthur's shoulder with enthusiasm. "But Master needs you for levelling up!"
Then, without ceremony or dramatic monologue, Arthur gave the command.
"Everyone—attack. Let's end this."
