The Frost Golems moved with astonishing speed once airborne. They did not merely drift upward; they surged into the mist like arrows loosed from an unseen bow. As they flew, they released continuous orbs of chilling blue light that streaked through the sky in precise arcs. Each orb that struck a Mist Vulture triggered a sharp, piercing screech. The moment they were hit, the vultures abandoned all thought of retreat and hurled themselves toward the golems, circling and clawing at them with reckless, suicidal obsession.
It was a masterful display of control.
With a single sweeping circuit through the upper mist, the Frost Golems had gathered all twenty-plus fleeing vultures into one furious cluster. They descended together in a tight spiral, dragging the entire airborne mob with them. The instant the golems' cloudlike lower halves touched the ground, the Flower Demon, who had been waiting with unhurried patience, made its move.
