"As you can see, Holy Female," Lan Yi's voice dropped, becoming unusually deep and hoarse, tinged with a nearly imperceptible choke. "This is what the Wing Clan... is experiencing. Every day, people fall into a sleep from which they never awaken, and eggs lose their luster for good."
The expressions on Augustine and the others turned incredibly grave. In the face of such pure, large-scale suffering, their previous hostility and wariness faded, replaced by a heavy, oppressive feeling.
Su Yaoyao slowly stepped forward, her fingers gently touching the cold surface of a Life Pod. Inside was a young Wing Clan warrior. One of his wings had almost completely molted away, and his face was ashen gray.
As if sensing Su Yaoyao's touch and her pure life aura, the warrior's eyelashes trembled faintly. The heartbeat curve on the monitor showed a small, sudden spike.
