"It will permanently freeze the spatial coordinates of the lower realm l," the leading messenger explained, his yellow hawklike eyes gleaming with a ruthless, bloodthirsty satisfaction. "The thinning cycle will become a permanent, wide-open rift that only our peak bird carriages can navigate. While the Patriarch is trapped up here fighting the defensive lightning of the heavenly arrays, our elite hunting squads will slide down into the lower valley, slaughter his female, and extract the dual bloodlines from the three triplets' cores. Once their cores are brought up to our high ridges, the power of the silver leopard tribe will belong to the avian tribes forever."
Elder Shen's pale face slowly twisted into a sharp, vindictive grin. The terror that had been suffocating his mind since the grand feast hall suddenly transformed into a wave of pure, intoxicating greed.
