The sheer size of the dark mass was staggering.
It resembled a tsunami of dark wings, so vast that it swallowed the mist and darkened everything in its path.
The relentless beating of countless wings was accompanied by piercing, bestial screeches that sent chills down one's spine and made the hairs on the back of their neck stand on end.
Genevieve found herself frozen in shock and fear once again.
This time, however, she snapped out of it barely half a second later. Seeing no hope of outrunning the approaching swarm, she immediately reached for her defensive artifact.
But before she could activate it, her vision spun, and the world lurched around her.
It took her a moment to realize what had happened.
Adam had swept her into his arms.
She didn't even have the luxury to feel embarrassed. The deafening storm of wings was almost upon them.
Adam was so close to her. She had never been this close to him before.
