Capítulo 482: Flocks

As the battle raged on, mere minutes having passed since the first life was claimed, yet, the sky grew darker at a rapid pace, the burning sun's light obstructed as all undeads called upon flocks of putrescent birds, carcasses that should no longer soar to the air, their blood drained or toxic, their feathers with beauty still, their entrail a stagnant mush if not hanging from their stomachs…

Murders of crows, bouquets of hummingbirds, wakes of vultures, gaggles of geese, hosts of sparrows, casts of falcons, flamboyances of flamingos, doles of doves… Countless species flew into a tight, disorderly formation, some of those avians reaching ridiculous sizes, some were even moving around on the ground, flightless volatiles were also represented, feathers rained down from above like a downpour.