Bang! Bang! Bang!
The choir chamber trembled vehemently under the onslaught. The ancient wood creaked continuously, as if the entire structure might collapse at any moment.
Above the ceiling, the Sanguine Vulture Spawn descended in a trove, a dark cloud of blood soaked feathers and razor sharp talons.
Thoren wore a grave expression on his face. One of his greatest weaknesses was aerial battle against fast moving targets. Even though he knew this was a weakness, he also knew this was not the time to dwell on it.
He pushed his awakened soul ability to its absolute limit, suppressing every Sanguine Vulture that entered its zone of influence.
Screech! Screech!
Blood splattered to the cold ground in dark crimson puddles.
Feathers flew through the thick air like deadly shrapnel.
Yet, the Sanguine Vultures did not stop coming. They attacked him from all directions, diving from above and swooping from the sides.
