Chapter-66

"Skraaahh…"

Another. Louder. Angrier.

It was the vultures.

Kaya gritted her teeth, her hands flying to her ears. The high-pitched cries clawed into her head, screeching like banshees tearing through the skies. It wasn't just noise—it was communication. And though she couldn't understand their language, the tone was unmistakable.

It was rage.

It was threat.

It was a hunt cry.

She remembered this sound from her world—vultures circling a dying animal, screeching not to scare it away, but to declare it theirs.

And now, those same shrieks filled this foreign sky.

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Above, in the sky thick with swirling feathers and fury, Veer circled like a storm waiting to break.

In his full vulture form, his feathers ruffled with rage, golden eyes scanning every inch of the forest below.

The mammothos had ruined everything.

His plan. His timing. His control.