Volk stood amidst the clearing where the harpies circled above, his imposing figure unyielding even under their mocking gaze. His crimson eyes gleamed with fervor as he raised his voice, projecting authority and unwavering confidence.
"Listen to me, winged hunters of the skies! You look down on us, but I see strength in your kind. I see a future where the harpy people rise higher than ever before, not as scattered bands but as a unified force.
"And I—Volk—offer you that future. Together, we could carve a path of conquest so glorious that your names will echo in the winds for generations!"
He took a step forward, his voice swelling with fervent conviction.
"What do you gain by attacking us? Scraps of fleeting satisfaction? A moment of dominance? I offer you something far greater. A legacy. Power.
"Glory that will transcend the skies you glide through. Together, we could dominate the forests, the mountains, the very heavens themselves!"
