Aerial Battle IV

Alpha Liam’s soaked hair and body whipped towards the young alpha, who was protecting the unconscious Alpha Cameron from the surge of attacks from the left side. A phantom and a griffin rider, who were a few meters away from them, were struck by a lightning bolt while the tornadoes sucked the troops from both parties into the sheer oblivion of the depths of the darkened sea.

They were losing a couple of minutes ever since the black flame of the enemy showed up and the blood alpha momentarily lost his mind as if the latter were in a kind of trance. Alpha Liam knew this much, and it only took the left flank and right flank of the enemy to do this to them. “I should take over the reins of command.”

Raindrops continued to drop from his chin while waiting for the young alpha to answer his question—his claws and canines protecting the southern alpha who was lying cold atop his griffin that was surrounded by red-feathered and gray-feathered ones.

“Lad! Do you understand what I am saying?” Al