Progression in Interdimensional Travel (19)

Their heads were angular and birdlike, crowned with jagged, bone-like protrusions that resembled a jaguar's obsidian blade. These appendages curved wickedly downward, framing their skulls and adding a sinister elegance to their appearance. Their eyes were mere slits of fiery light, burning like twin embers set deep into their sockets. Despite the lack of discernible pupils, their gaze seemed penetrating, exuding an unsettling intelligence that locked onto their targets with chilling accuracy.

Their screeches split the air, a piercing cacophony of sound that seemed designed to disorient and terrorize. The shrill cries echoed across the quarry, their tones alternating between high-pitched wails and guttural, grinding growls that reverberated through the chest. It was as if the Fliers' voices carried the rage of the dimension itself, an auditory weapon meant to sow chaos before the physical assault began.