The scorching sun loomed overhead, bathing the grassy woodlands in a heated glow that was both beautiful and stifling. Zerisint and his allies were undaunted, though, as they fought to contain the multitude of flying beasts driven to frenzy by whatever fiery creature had awoken. Zerisint’s black form darted about the skies, wrangling angry birds or contending with ornery harpies, while Endymion and Kumiho readied cages on the ground below.
The cages were makeshift but sturdy, made of...