Anu, the white lion, sprinted across the vast flatland, his powerful limbs tearing through the sea of verdant grass and wild weeds. His breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles burned, but he couldn't stop—not with the sky above teeming with relentless pursuers.
John's birds swarmed like a living storm, their shadows darting over him as they circled in formation. There was nowhere to hide, no trees or boulders to shield him. His only choice was to run—run as fast as his legs could carry him, straight toward home.
Almost every bird under John's command had joined in this ruthless hunt. They were small, but to them, size no longer mattered. Fear had long been discarded, burned away by the merciless baptism of John's Herding Mark—the Mark of Deception.
