"Quite the opposite..."
The Golden Feathered Griffin's voice carried a hint of suppressed anger, "Our feathers, our claws, our beaks... even our bones and blood are considered prime magic media and alchemy materials by humans!"
"From time to time, adventurer's groups, and even armies, come to hunt us down."
"I am wary of the power of the legendary, unable to freely eliminate those who seek us out, and can only watch helplessly as my kin are continually harvested."
"They even stoop so low as to seek out and seize our unhatched eggs, taking them back to be tamed and enslaved, thereby crafting the Griffin Knights they so proudly boast about!"
"......"
After listening to the Golden Feathered Griffin's tale filled with anger and humiliation, Solrog understood the reason for their entire clan's migration.
