Amidst the turbulent skies above the battlefield, where smoke and shadows wrestled with the darkness in the night's sky, the air reverberated with the thunderous roar of war. Corvus' team soared through the wind, their resplendent wings ablaze with an ethereal glow, casting an brilliant luminescence upon the night's canvas. They hovered above the battle, their presence igniting a fierce beacon of celestial fury as they descended upon Xal'dar's forces from the sky above.
Corvus led the team, his black eagle-wings slicing through the wind like razor-sharp blades, their feathers ruffled by the turbulent air. His black hair whipped around his bearded face, his piercing eyes locked onto the swarming aerial threats—harpies, wyverns, drakes, griffins, and Xal'dar's twisted abominations. Each creature was a challenge, a test of strength and strategy that Corvus and his team were eagerly prepared to face.