"Dead?" Thomas blinked in disbelief, eyes wide. He hadn't even seen Ethan make a move.
And just a second ago, there'd been this overwhelming pressure coming off him—like running into a natural predator. It hit so hard, it made your soul want to crawl out of your body.
What the hell just happened?
Was he hallucinating?
But the mutated vultures weren't imagining things. Their danger sense was way sharper than any human's. The moment Ethan took down that massive vulture, the rest of the flock slammed on the brakes mid-air, wings flaring wide as they froze in place, too scared to come any closer.
Some even let out eerie cries and shot back into the sky, flapping away as fast as they could.
Just one move from Ethan, and the whole swarm scattered.
The pressure on Mia and the others instantly lifted. With their weapons at the ready, they quickly took down a few of the stragglers.
