#49. Retribution

The first to notice the strange disturbance was Marcus, who was running furiously at the front of the pack. He instinctively slowed down when he saw the sudden appearance of black feathers.

Flap!

As soon as he heard the sharp sound of wings flapping in his ear, Marcus immediately widened his stance as he stomped hard on the ground. But he immediately found himself flying through the air, his head about to touch the ceiling of the passageway.

“Kaaaargh!”

As Marcus flew, black feathers shot out all across the area. The Blood Lions continued to scream, and in an instant, three of them fell to the floor, feathers embedded all over their bodies.

“Roaaaar!” Marcus let out a mighty roar as he crashed into the ground.

The Under-Elves trembled in fear at Marcus’ rage-induced roars. In front of them, the black feathers coalesced into a whirlwind and formed into a giant black crow.

“What the hell is the Crow of the Battlefield doing here?” Marcus shouted in shock, having identified Morrigan’s identity immediately even in her crow form.

“Pfft. Why is the Crow here, I wonder.” Morrigan’s beak moved around as she leered at Marcus.

“I’m sure you’re here to scavenge some corpses. In fact, I’m just about to prepare some fresh new corpses. My favorite,”...