Anzu, the Raven God, was feeling extremely uneasy. He had eagerly answered the call of these great powers in Outland and led the Sethekk Arakkoa to Hellfire Peninsula to take part in the war against the void.
Now that the war had been won, it was naturally time to divide the spoils.
Anzu had not expected to receive much in the first place. After all, the Arakkoa had declined beyond all measure.
Ever since the world of Draenor had shattered into Outland, Skyreach had been destroyed along with the Arakkoa Peaks. The old grudge between the High Arakkoa, who had exiled and hunted these devolved Arakkoa refugees, no longer mattered. After all, every High Arakkoa had been buried alongside Skyreach.
Of the three gods of Arakkoa in the past, Rukhmar, the Sun God Bird, had fallen, while Sethe, the Wind Serpent God, had long since been slain by Rukhmar. Now, only the Raven God remained.
But despite being called three gods, their strength had merely been on par with the Wild Gods of Azeroth.
At that moment, Anzu did his best to tuck in his feathers and turned his head, forcing himself not to look at the white tiger standing before him with ill intent written all over its face.
As a feline creature, the White Tiger naturally had certain unusual hobbies, such as eating birds.
This giant raven counted as a bird too, so the White Tiger had been staring at him with a gaze that made Anzu uncomfortable all over.
However, Anzu wisely showed no reaction and behaved like an obedient child.
After all, he was currently afflicted by the death curse of Sethe, the Wind Serpent God. Not only had his strength greatly diminished, but he had also lost the wings that allowed him to fly.
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