The harpies attacked as soon as I entered their territory, a gust of wind carrying their piercing screeches down from the sky. Six of them, their feathered forms blending into the shifting clouds above, descended with calculated precision.
One landed ahead of me, claws raking the stone with a metallic screech, while the others surrounded me from the air, their flight patterns coordinated like a predator pack. Their eyes glowed faintly with mana, narrowed with pride and mockery. They were confident. Too confident.
I smiled.
They wouldn't even know what hit them.
Without a word, I drew my sword and let mana surge through my core. The cold power flooded my veins, and my back flared with light as Frost Wing unfolded once more, the icy feathers gleaming in the mid-air glare. This time, I wouldn't be the one fighting defensively on the ground. This time, I brought the fight into their domain—the sky.
