The battle raged on.
The Murder of Ghost Origin Crows, now numbering in the thousands, dived again and again, shrieking with spectral voices.
They surrounded Skraal like a black and purple storm.
Their claws slashed the air, their ghost energy burned bright with every strike they attempted.
But Skraal remained calm
"My Skeleton Archers now fully enhanced by Ghost Origin bows and protected by Death Origin armor enough to fight against these crows.."
They stood in precise formation, their ghostly bows pulled back and fired without pause.
Arrows tore through the air and hit crows, each hit was a kill.
For each crow that descended, a volley of spectral arrows rose to meet them.
The skies shimmered with explosions of ghost light as crows were struck down in flares of energy, dissolving midair into nothingness
The Crow watched from above, its expression unreadable.
"Ghost Origin Crows are strong," it thought.
