Yuki Nakamura remained airborne, his massive winged familiar cutting through the night sky with fluidity and silence. Even up till now, at this point, Mia was trembling. The whole ambush that had appeared to be going slightly in their favor just a few minutes ago had made a sudden flip.
The battlefield stretched out beneath them like a painting of blood and destruction. What had once been the proud territory of the Red Eastern Guild was now a field of corpses and scattered buildings.
Yet somehow, impossibly, it wasn't the Red Eastern corpses that littered the ground the most—it was their own.
Over a hundred and fifty of the Falcon Guild members deployed within the Red Eastern perimeter had been exterminated. Each death happened so quickly that she could barely keep track. One moment she would see the familiar glow of a summoner's aura through her enhanced vision, the next it would simply... vanish.
