"..."
Damon immediately ordered the shadow drones to retreat.
There was no point sacrificing them.
He spread his wings and shot upward, allowing the raging winds to carry him higher and higher.
The flock gave chase.
When he reached the heart of the storm, Damon suddenly turned.
He stretched out his hand.
Black flames erupted from his palm like a volcanic eruption.
The inferno collided with the raging winds.
The next instant...
A colossal vortex of black fire was born.
The flaming cyclone swallowed everything in its path.
The rocs shrieked in agony as feathers ignited and flesh blackened within the burning tempest.
Damon himself was blasted away by the violent shockwave, smashing through a mountainside before crashing into the rocks below.
Inside his mind, the familiar voice of the System echoed repeatedly.
[You have slain Roc of the Anarchy Mountains.]
[You have slain Roc of the Anarchy Mountains.]
[You have slain Roc of the Anarchy Mountains.]
