Dozens of black teleportation arrays materialized around Alex, and in a heartbeat, Monarch level Reaper Guards poured out, their ghost forms a stark contrast to the vibrant forest. Their black, chained scythes shot forward, reaping tools of death given unholy life.
The Winged Bird sub-dragons, caught completely off guard, were easy prey. The scythes ripped through their ranks, Dark Corrosion clinging to the wounds, dragging their lifeless forms down towards the forest below.
As they fell, gray magic circles bloomed beneath them. Before gravity could claim them, undead clawed their way out, taking to the sky to join the fray.
The initial charge of the Winged Bird sub-dragons was utterly decimated in a single, brutal exchange, their bodies quickly turned into undead by Alex.