The colossal spear ripped through the night crashing from the heavens. Its trail carved a crimson fissure in the sky, painting the darkness with veins of blood and lightning. The moment it struck, the world seemed to stop breathing.
The spear detonated with a roar that split sea and sky alike. A tidal wave of blood-soaked light erupted outward, tearing through the center of the flock. Dozens of crow demons were impaled instantly, their bodies bursting into chunks of shadow and gore. The shockwave rippled outward in concentric rings, shredding wings, snapping spines, and scattering survivors like rag dolls.
The night was lit by carnage. Feathers rained in an endless storm, black silhouettes plummeting one after another as the flock's perfect formation collapsed into chaos. The very winds they commanded buckled, breaking apart into scattered gales that slammed harmlessly into the forest and sea.
