The enormous Ancient Thunder Eagle hovered above the plains like a dark, heavy cloud, pressing down the Silver Su Grass below into bowing low.
Ronan stood on the back of the Ancient Thunder Eagle, slowly connecting his consciousness, transmitting some information over.
Before long, the youthful, deep voice of Ancient Thunder Eagle Oiris resonated in his mind.
"Bro... Brother, can I still call you brother?"
From Oiris's voice, Ronan detected a trace of inexplicable nervousness and unease, and he was momentarily stunned. Then he understood—it was his Ancient Frost Whale Bloodline that made Oiris feel "dreaded".
