Back at the compound's central command area, Maxwell and the others finally let out the breath they'd been holding when they realized the Winged Clan weren't going to start slaughtering everyone on sight.
A few dozen guards had died—but compared to a full-on massacre, that price was practically the lightest possible outcome.
Winged Clan with actual brains weren't the same as those savage, man-eating monsters.
When the Infernals had shown up at Nova City, they'd gone straight to killing, because humans were food to them.
But whether it was the Winged Clan or the Stoneborn they'd encountered before, humans weren't on the menu. Killing people didn't benefit them, so under normal circumstances they wouldn't massacre a city for no reason.
That didn't mean they were "kind," though.
If you disobeyed, they'd kill you without blinking.
They preferred something else—slavery.
