Any target with a Fly Speed that starts its turn in a 30-foot originating from the swarm has their fly speed reduced to zero.
Feathers splay outward from your back in a rigid, interlocking cage of bone and membrane, locking wings into a vise of unyielding sinew. The air thickens around you, each breath pulling against the taut bindings that clamp joints with a creak of strained cartilage. Motion halts as if rooted, your form grounded in a prison of its own plumage.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Creature | Crowstorm |