Chris was practically covered in metaphorical sweat lines, feeling like Brandon was low-key mocking his lack of education—but he couldn't quite prove it.
In the distance, a massive bird was hurtling toward them, its blood-red eyes gleaming with menace. It spread its talon-like claws, sharp as steel hooks, and dove straight for the aircraft like it was trying to snatch it out of the sky.
Ethan and the others didn't even flinch.
The bird's claws were just inches from the cockpit glass, about to make contact.
Ethan's eyes flashed red. In an instant, the Domain of the Dead erupted around him. A crushing pressure surged outward. The giant bird froze mid-air, its bones cracking audibly under the weight of the force. It started to plummet.
But with a casual wave of Ethan's hand, the bird's body vanished—sucked into his storage space like it had never been there.
"Well, looks like we've got dinner. Roast vulture, anyone?" Ethan said offhandedly.
