In the wilderness.
The sharp slicing sound of wings cutting through the air and the vicious roars of beasts reverberated in unison, as dozens of ferocious shadows, wrapped in a bitter Aether Storm, plunged straight towards a human convoy.
"Boom Boom Boom Boom!"
One by one, Cursed Bullets, large and small, fell like meteor showers, plowing through the earth with the brutality of thundering artillery, tossing the convoy into chaos.
"Defense! Set up defenses quickly!" bellowed an old man in charge of the cargo transport, his voice aimed at bolstering the troops' morale.
That resonant voice seemed to possess a soothing magic, dispelling the Dragonkin's dragon might and prompting a swift response from everyone in the convoy.
Warriors erected large shields, archers drew longbows, and wizards chanted Protective Spells, together forming a spiked iron barrel around the convoy.
