Lost mountain

The sun burned high above the mountain peaks, illuminating a chaotic and humiliating scene for the owl people. The Horde of Volk, now masters of the air, zipped through the sky with their makeshift flying devices, turning what had begun as a desperate battle into a merciless game of humiliation.

The once-proud owl warriors, who had boasted of their supremacy in the skies, were now scattered like leaves caught in a tempest. Their wings beat frantically, trying to maintain altitude, but the relentless pursuit of the Horde gave them no chance to regroup. Goblins darted about like wasps, their high-pitched laughter grating in the ears of their enemies. Orcs and ogres, though less agile, made up for their lack of finesse with raw power, smashing into owl warriors mid-flight and sending them spiraling down in undignified tumbles.