The flock (2)

As Erik gave the order, the Chimaeric Demons started shapeshifting. One by one, they turned into Galewings, their bodies elongating and growing bigger, wings unfurling, and feathers sprouting like leaves from a tree branch. 

One by one, the clones took to the sky. With crates secured to their talons, they ascended in a massive swarm. Soon, the sky was filled to the brim with their colossal forms, their wings casting vast shadows on the ground below. The air thrummed with the powerful beats of countless wings. 

Erik turned to look at Mira, Amber, June, and Emily approaching. Each of them had a look of pure focus. 

They knew what they were going to do could be the last; they didn't know what they would find on Maynard Island, but for sure it was going to be hostile, and hell-bent on killing them. 

Despite the determination, Emily was a little apprehensive, which worried Erik a lot. Emily, after all, could see the future. 

Though she said nothing.