On the other front, Division Two struggled against the colossal eagle that circled above the battlefield. Its wings cut through the air with terrifying force, scattering gusts strong enough to topple men from their feet.
Then came its true assault, razor feathers rained down like a storm of knives, slicing through armor and flesh alike. Screams echoed as soldiers scrambled for cover.
Clarissa not just sitting back, her hand lifting as her telekinetic barrier shimmered to life. The feathers halted midair, clattering harmlessly against the invisible wall before falling uselessly to the ground.
Meanwhile, Reimon aimed his compact pistol, his eyes narrowing. Steady… breathe… He pulled the trigger, shots cracked through the chaos, but the eagle banked gracefully, dodging every bullet.
Reimon clicked his tongue in frustration.
"Damn it! That bird's too damn fast!"
