They didn't have to wait long—within moments, the sound of flapping wings and piercing screeches filled the air. The creatures were coming, and they were coming fast.
Marcus groaned, his face twisting in disgust. "I fuckin' hate these creatures."
"Shut up and let's do our work," Jason snapped, rolling his eyes as he adjusted his stance.
Liam's sharp eyes scanned the sky, pinpointing the dark shapes rapidly descending toward them. The daughters of the farmer, Nadia and Celeste, along with their father, stood by the window, watching in silence. The old man's expression was unreadable, but the two girls looked both worried and intrigued.
Liam wasted no time. "Alright, listen up! Form a circle—Sophia, stay in the middle. You're the archer, so focus on taking them down from a distance. We'll cover you."