It happened so suddenly that for a moment, no one even knew what they were looking at.
One second the desert was silent, shrouded in thick brown mist, vision barely extending beyond a few dozen steps.
The next second, deafening thuds resounded, followed by deafening roars that seemed to tear open the very sky itself.
Without warning, the mist was sucked upward as if the heavens were a massive vacuum cleaner set on turbo mode, revealing the skies above for the first time since anyone had been dumped into this cruel desert world.
They couldn't see around them, but they could at least see above now.
And I t was horror.
Black horror.
Thousands—no, tens of thousands—of enormous, shrieking, razor-beaked birds came pouring out of the dark sky like someone had upended a bucket of living nightmares.
They weren't just flying—they were diving, full speed, straight down like angry, feathered missiles of death!
