The owners of these silent, watchful eyes that always perched upon trees, rooftops, and towers, suddenly took flight, their wings beating like wardrums.
All across the city, countless ravens stirred into action.
They erupted from every shadow, rooftops, alleyways, gutters, steeples, and shattered windows. Nests were abandoned, feathers were scattered, and the air was suddenly filled with the deafening whoosh of tens of thousands of wings beating in unison.
The sky over Ravenfell instantly darkened… not from the clouds, however, but from the sheer number of birds circling over the city skyline like a black storm.
They weren't aimless. They rose together, all turning towards a single direction… the arena!
Their shrill and unnatural cries pierced the hearts of those below, whether they were local residents or the invading evil cultists.
Some people dropped to their knees, while others fled indoors. Even seasoned Magi stared skyward in stunned silence.
