Oswald stared into the distant sky, his expression grim.
A foreboding energy flickered within his eyes.
What had once been a clear blue sky was now filled with countless dark specks.
But they weren't a flock of birds.
The closer they came, the more obvious it became—these were massive, formidable beings.
A thunderous roar echoed from beyond the clouds.
The sound of colossal wings slicing through the air filled the heavens.
The low, rough vibrations rode the wind and shook the ground.
As the flying creatures approached, the pressure they exuded grew nearly unbearable.
Then, finally, massive shadows filled the sky.
It was a horde of magical beasts.
And on the back of each beast sat a heavily armored knight.
The majority of the force was made up of griffons—giants with the head and wings of an eagle and the body of a lion.
They were true predators of the sky.
Their feathers, a mix of black and brown, shimmered in the moonlight.
