Erik stopped moving. Right in front of him, the dead thaid was lying on the ground. It destroyed so of the trees in its fall, or at least the branches, creating a huge opening in the natural ceiling provided by the trees.
The creature looked like a crow, an ancient and extinct creature that road the planet before the thaids, and that Erik only saw through the textbooks at school, but it was easily the size of a small house.
Its feathers were pitch black, looking like polished obsidian. A curved beak, serrated like a saw, gaped open in death. Multiple eyes, now dim, lined its head like a crown.
[Don't stop,] the system said. [The battle's moving this way.]
As if to emphasize the point, another energy blast carved through the trees above, vaporizing everything in its path.
The fighting thaids wheeled overhead, lighting the sky with their powers. It looked like there was a firework display above Erik, one that he wanted to be as far away as possible.
Erik darted away from the fallen creature; he didn't wish to stay there to see those still alive.
A chorus of ntal voices flooded back once they heard those words, that voice, in their minds. There was only one person who could do that, and the ntal voice was unmistakable.
The clones' then shifted to tactical mode. They didn't like those puny monsters chasing their master.
a clone said.
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