Under these circumstances, catching their first glimpse of a True Dominator's true form, they developed an innate, irreparable fear, like ants gazing upon the scorching sun.
Moreover, their souls had been wounded by the Golden Eagle Ancestor's roar. The entire Demon Race would live in fear, the Ancestor's emergence casting a shadow over their entire lives.
Their very blood would forever remember this moment!
But this was of no consequence. For the Golden Eagle Clan, the fate of the Demon Race on the ground was never their concern. Witnessing their Ancestor emerge from seclusion, they were all exhilarated, their blood boiling with excitement.
The Golden Eagle Ancestor, however, showed no emotion. He appeared as a fierce, jet-black great eagle, radiating a sharp aura, the weight of ages brewing within his eyes.
