Han looked at the looming trees of the Mengcong. Compared to the relatively flat plains behind him, the trees seemed to dare intruders to enter at their own risk. Unlike the open lands, the plants inside the Mengcong were known to be as much in the Sky Realm as any aether beast.
His millennia of battles had his blood boiling at the carnage to come but he could not give the commands currently. He was only a sub-leader. When more than one Heaven Realm was allied, the strongest would be the leader.
If they were close, they would fight it out to see who would lead. Han knew his place and while his younger self would have challenged Lira, his experience told him she would use his fellow Fire Hawks like shields for her Light Ravens.
Still, Lira at least had respect for his kind.
The others arrayed around him had no such sentiment.
