The words had barely left Aelina's lips when the atmosphere, already thick with tension, became electrified. A tumultuous storm of rage seemed to brew within the hearts of the beast clans, their pride, and honor squarely struck by the sharp arrows of her taunting words.
The beast leaders exchanged uneasy glances. It seemed as if a mighty, unseen pressure was choking their very souls, constricting their thoughts and actions. They had been humiliated, made to feel inferior in the face of Aelina's prowess and the astonishingly intimidating aura emanating from Mira.
Aelina, still hovering above, wore a satisfied smirk. Her eyes scanned the sea of beasts, evaluating their determination and their hesitance.
Mira, standing by Aelina, kept her senses sharp. Her blood-red eyes gleamed as they darted around, making quick mental assessments of their enemies. However, her focus was primarily on the Rank 9 beasts.
