The Roar Beneath the Trees [Part-2]
And then came something stranger yet. Out of the churning flock, one bird detached itself, flying directly at them. Its plumage shone a dark, unnatural emerald green, each feather etched with dimly shimmering runes. The symbols pulsed as if alive, vibrating with a power that caused the air to ripple about its form. Something was bound to its leg, swaying as it approached. The bird did not stumble. It hovered in front of the commander, slow deliberate beats of its wings, piercing gaze locked onto him with an intelligence that was almost too human for comfort. Then it extended its leg forward, presenting the message.
The general extended his hand, loosened the knot, and the moment his fingers let go of the tie, the beast disintegrated—splitting into a vortex of green energy that dissolved into the air.
