Gratiana La Shanagari stood still as she stared at the group that stood before her, hidden behind a veil of inexplicable power.
Her green irises constantly glowed as she maintained a slight frown. The Young Ones around her kept shouting and screaming words, but she paid them no heed.
It wasn't that they were wrong for speaking out against these people—after all, they were sullying their holy land—but Gratiana knew there were much smarter ways to deal with intruders than merely yelling at them.
'Still, I can not chastise the Youngs. Their livid reactions show how much they have embodied the truth of Nature.'
Humans were scum—nothing more than animals with a certain quota of intelligence. In a way, they were similar to Monsters.
No… not just them.
