Sky Torture

The battle raged in the skies as Volk's Horde relentlessly pursued the owl people. One by one, their majestic forms descended, driven down not by injury alone but by fear and exhaustion.

At first, the owl people tried to resist, clinging to the last shreds of their pride. They flapped their powerful wings with desperate determination, diving and weaving in intricate patterns to evade the Horde's relentless onslaught. But it was no use. The Horde, with their crude yet effective flying contraptions, had turned the skies into a battlefield where cunning and sheer tenacity outmatched elegance and tradition.

The owl people's aerial grace, once unrivaled, now seemed inadequate against the unrelenting pressure of their foes. Each time one attempted to ascend higher, an ogre or a goblin would rise to meet them. Each time they regrouped to strategize, a shadow would pass over them—a hulking ogre or an agile goblin swooping down to scatter them once more.