CH237 Alex And Three Hundred Fangs
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High above, a black bird soared through the night sky, weaving elegantly beneath the thin crescent moon.
White-gold streaks across its body shimmered faintly, lending it an otherworldly presence as its wide wingspan cut through the night air.
But this was no ordinary bird.
It was an apex predator.
Its wings, spanning two and a half meters, glimmered with a dangerous shadowy haze. Its talons gleamed like polished silver daggers—capable of slicing steel as easily as butter—while its crimson eyes blazed with predatory malice.
Those burning eyes locked onto a cluster of tents scattered within a human encampment below.
From its vantage point, the entire camp lay exposed—its defenses pitifully fragile. Guards patrolled the perimeter with lazy steps. Torches sputtered like dying candles. Blind corners stretched too long, where watchmen lingered carelessly. Even the makeshift walls sagged from fatigue and poor discipline.
