The rotting birds flapped their broken wings, carrying the breath of death across the greyish sky.
During its flight, feathers fell like dried leaves, swiftly passing through the ruins of the decaying city, finally perching on a rusty iron railing outside a fortress structure, raising its head with a low hoarse screech.
Its hollow, No Light eyes fixed on the shut metal gate.
Bang!
The gunshot suddenly exploded in the silence, tearing through the stagnant air.
Red bullets pierced the gray twilight, precisely hitting the Immortal Bird. Its body disintegrated instantly, rotten flesh and shattered bones splattering around, transforming into a mass of violently torn black smoke.
"Hey, how's my shooting?" A slender humanoid man emerged from the swirling sandstorm, with a revolver-like pistol spinning on his index finger.
"Blackie, save the bullets. The underground fortress's bullet stock is running low. We should reserve the bullets for those annoying raiders."
