Such a spectacle could only be caused by a massive horde of ferocious beasts stampeding out of the dense forest. One had only to look once to clearly see the turbulent waves of movement in the brush rapidly approaching the forest edge.
"I fear it truly is a beast tide!" the Third Elder spoke up, his expression shifting. In the swirling dust and debris, one could already glimpse the silhouettes of avian predators.
"We must leave quickly; this place is not safe to linger!" The Third Elder shot a piercing glance at the scene and urged, "Although we are riding the Flying Rocs, once those powerful beasts break through, our mounts will inevitably panic, and the situation will become unpredictable."
Chapter 17