With a loud sound that gathered all of the owl's attention, the room went completely silent, and everyone turned their heads towards the slightly raised stage in the front of the room.
There on the stage were the eight leading owls who were in charge of the lower ranked areas expedition.
"First, I want to thank you all for gathering here. There is no doubt that most of you have proved yourself to be the best and brightest of the peak fiend beast and low tier awakened rank owls in the roost." The top owl said, using a magic tool to transmit sound instead of making a magical connection with every owl.
Though as he did, he glanced a bit harshly at a few owls in the crowd. One of which was Evelyn.
Suddenly feeling the unexplained ire that she was very sensitive to; Evelyn shuddered and began pondering why.
It did not take her long to figure it out though, as she remembered the words that the leader of the expedition had just said.
