[Eastern Zahryssar — Imperial Command Tent — Continuation]
The command tent fell into complete silence, not ordinary silence but the dangerous kind. The kind where even breathing too loudly felt like a mistake.
Every serpent inside the tent remained frozen after Levin's words.
"Iru is an omega eagle." The sentence still lingered heavily within the air like a blade suspended above everyone's throat.
Iru stood trembling quietly near the edge of the tent, his face pale, his hands clenched tightly enough to shake, and despite trying to remain composed, fear still betrayed him because he understood better than anyone what this revelation meant.
Eagles were not merely enemies of serpents; they were ancient predators, symbols of war and creatures woven into serpent history through blood and hatred stretching back generations.
