Mediation and the Eastern Campaign

Gana seemed driven past restraint by his arrogant words. She tore her gaze from her clansman's corpse and turned to Turk. Her expression was calm, but it sent a chill down everyone's spine. "Turk of the Spirit House Clan, when I learned that my daughter Famu had died in Bull Clan territory, I told every member of the Phantom Eagle Clan that we had no need for infighting on our path to revenge." "But after what you've done, perhaps I should cut off your horn first and worry about fighting the Bull Clan afterward!" Turk laughed. Nearly four meters tall, he looked down at the frail figure he seemed capable of crushing with one hand. His voice dripped with contempt. "Cut off my horn? Those claws of yours probably couldn't even break my skin, little chick!"

"Hahaha!"

The Spirit Rhino Clan warriors around him burst out laughing at their general's words.

Their mocking laughter struck the Phantom Eagle Clan like rocks tumbling down a slope. The Harpies' feathers bristled. Every one of them flew into a rage, low cries rumbling from their throats as their sharp claws gouged furrows in the ground.

Tap!

Gana took a sharp step forward under everyone's gaze.

Behind her, hundreds of Harpy guards spread their wings. A gust roared through the camp, stirring up dust and setting the ropes atop the tents swaying.

"Turk, you pinned my clansman to the ground and insulted the honor of the Phantom Eagle Clan!"

Gana bared her teeth in a savage smile. Her voice turned icy.

"You've made me angry now. I'd like to see just what a junior who hasn't even reached the Crowned Rank can do to justify such arrogance before a true Crowned Rank senior!"

Screech!

Gana beat her wings and rose half a meter off