Without missing a beat, Luke flicked a hand. A swirl of blackish flames formed in the air: his Dark Fire synergy.
The creature screeched again, swerving at the last second, but not before the searing flame clipped its wing.
With a pained shriek, it spun out, landing on a lower bastion in a flail of feathers.
Wayne's jaw dropped. "That was…incredible."
Luke smirked, scanning the horizon. "We should get inside. This fight might escalate quickly."
From the fortress courtyard, blasts of magic and shouts of alarm rung out in every corner.
The defenders had started forming a perimeter, but the relentless wave of White Devil Eagles hammered them.
Each eagle possessed the cunning of a mid-level demon, weaving past arrow fire to slash at towers and ramparts.