Julian viciously cursed them in his mind, his gorgeous, enchanting face momentarily distorted by hatred.
"Just wait, I want to see you guys with your wings broken, kneeling down begging for mercy. Let's see how much of your pride is left then." Julian stared fixedly at him, his eyes filled with hatred and resoluteness.
Wind was startled by this gaze of his, a chill running down his spine. Indeed, a beastman not properly educated will become twisted, becoming a disaster, wasting his time and effort all these years.
Julian gathered his chaotic emotions, took a deep breath, and tilted his chin to speak to the Bloodsucking Bat Beastman standing guard nearby, his voice carrying cruelty.
"Hey, let me tell you a secret, a fatal weakness of those birds. The Feathered tribe is most afraid of being attacked by fire. Their feathers catch fire very quickly, and their nests are entirely made of dry wood. In this dry weather with dry materials, a small spark can burn everything down, right?"
