"Too long have we repaid disrespect with mercy!" Uriah, Patriarch of the Dark Heaven Tribe, shouted at the army below him. "Too long have we averted our eyes for the sake of a brittle peace!"
"Too long! Too long! Too long!" The hundred or so cultivators below cried in unison.
"And for what?" Uriah snorted, pointing at Rachel, who stood a few steps behind him. "To embolden our neighbors to act upon their lust toward the Dark Heaven Tribe's most prized jewel?"
"Dark Heaven! Dark Heaven! Dark Heaven!" More cries resounded from the army.
"I say it's time to remind the Invincible Oasis and the Red Sandstorm who rules the Aetacia region," Uriah continued, lifting his massive arm. "A reminder in blood!"
"Blood! Blood! Blood!" The army shouted.
"I say we deliver rightful death upon those who seek to hurt us!" Uriah declared.
"Death! Death! Death!" The army responded.
"I say we bring war to their doorsteps!" Uriah shouted.
"War! War! War!" The army echoed.
