Two Galewings (3)

Erik's pulse quickened as the Galewing's cry echoed across the desert, signaling the onset of its attack. With a fierce beat of its vast wings, the creature unleashed a volley of wind blades, each one honed to lethal sharpness. The wind blades cut through the air with a whistling sound.

But Erik sprang into action, instincts honed from countless battles guiding his movements. Each dodge was a dance with danger, the blades' chilling rush missing his skin.

He leaped to the side, executing a swift roll across the rough, hot sand, its coarse grains scraping against his skin.

As he regained his footing, Erik's gaze caught the aftermath of the Galewing's attack. Plumes of sand rose into the air, marking where the wind blades had struck the earth. The desert was already a battleground marked by the scars of combat.