"Bzzz bzzz bzzz bzzz——"
The sound of wings buzzing became increasingly distinct, and when they got close enough, Ferrock realized that it didn't sound like the wings of a creature, but more like the sound of rotating axles.
He had heard this sound in the craftsmen's hall in the Royal Capital; those craftsmen always liked to tinker with incomprehensible tools.
When he opened his eyes again, he could clearly see the black cloud.
Bodies forged of metal, a dark, serrated wave, the migratory locust elytra stacked into a tide of death.
The released creatures chose to flee at once.
Abandoning their masters and the convoy, the creatures' instincts at this moment crushed the bonds between them and the Summoners, something unprecedented in the history of the Royal Capital.
"Bzzz bzzz bzzz bzzz——"
The sound of wings flapping grew more intense.
As they swept across the fields, Ferrock vaguely saw the changes in the landscape.
