“If one must protect the Queen, ALL must protect the Queen.” An avalanche of voices broke out in response.
A few people in the gathering looked unsettled at that, but Gaia merely narrowed her eyes.
“Do you know that by blatantly ignoring our rules and disregarding our authority, treating us with disrespect when we have treated you with kindness, that you are putting your Queen in danger?”
*Bzzzzz*
At once, every wasp began to flap their wings at extreme speeds. Apparently not enough to take off, but enough to create an ominous buzzing sound that filled the gathering with slight dread. Of course, the buzzing was still musical in nature, as seemed to be customary with these Moonlit Wasps, but it was far from the peaceful music that it was before.
Clearly, they didn’t take threats to their Queen nicely.
But in response, every other faction began to release their aura’s with unmistakable intent to cause harm. They had been wary of the behaviour of the insects, mainly because it was so abnormal and everything unknown was something to treat with caution, but when Gaia had pointed out that they were being disrespected, they all agreed but kept their silence, happy for Gaia to take control.
But not only did the Wasps not relent, they actually dared to get angry?
“Filthy insects, you're really bold! You want to fight? Come then, let’s fight! LET’S FIGHT TO THE DEATH!” Drako roared out as his long body coiled into the sky, he then turned his head back and called out. “Brother Raiko! I’m tired of these creatures, let’s just kill them all!”
The aura around Raiko became noticeably more dangerous as he glared at the Moonlit Wasps, but he didn’t respond and didn’t move either. As much as he wanted to help his sworn brother, he knew that nothing would come of it.
And as he expected, something large and black flashed through his vision before Drako’s body crashed right back into the ground.
“Drako” Jörma called out, her voice enthralling yet minacious. Nobody would think that the owner of that voice would be an Enlightened; It was too powerful, too daunting, too ‘other’. Raiko turned to look at her and felt a shiver run down his spine.
‘Those eyes…’ He thought with trepidation. All 3 of them were glaring at a Drako and they glowed extremely ominously. He wouldn’t be surprised if his brother turned to stone the very next second.
“These are my guests. They are being very unruly at the moment but they are MY guests. Don’t you think that you’re also being quite bold by trying to attack them in my presence?”
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Drako looked back at her as if he had already turned to stone. It took a short while for him to respond. “F-forgive me, Jörma.” He felt a bit bitter, having to humble himself before so many people… but it was his big sister who had taken care of him on many occasions. And even if that weren’t the case, she was still an entity that possessed more than enough strength to make him submit.
Jörma continued to glare at him for a few more seconds before she sighed, and looking at that, Raiko had the brief silly thought that she could perhaps kill lesser beings just with that sigh; he even briefly glanced at the weaker Moonlit Wasps, hoping to see a few of them perish on the spot, but of course nothing happened to them. A sigh couldn’t kill people…
Jörma looked at her dispirited brother before she stretched forth her large head and gave him a single lick on his head, in-between his 2 antlers. “Just be mindful, Drako.”
Her eyes looked softer when she retracted her head, and although her eyes still glowed, it was not as bright or scary as before. Clearly that effect had been created by a little bit of Mana.
But just as a few people were inwardly thinking that Jörma’s relationship with Drako was quite amusing, the eyes returned to- no, the eyes became 10 times freakier than the eyes she had directed at Drako, and they choked up with fear.
The giant snake swivelled her head towards the Wasps and instantly, a great number of them turned to stone right then and there.
Many people froze with shock, but the most shocked people of them all were definitely the Birds from the West Continent. Not because of the domineering fatality that left little chance to resist, although that was indeed frightening, but instead because of the startling similarity that the ability had when compared with the ocular power of a particular bird back on their own Continent. Pharaoh, the Golden Roc of Cremation…
Pharaoh and his Golden Roc brethren were abnormal existences that had popped out of nowhere with a QOB (Quality of Being) that rivalled their own. It was extremely astonishing when they had first appeared since there had been little sign of the rising, but when they were first found they already had multiple existences in the 3rd Realm so the suppression that the Phoenixes and Vermillion Birds had jointly placed on them weren’t very effective for long.
Pharaoh, their alleged progenitor, was naturally the most unique of all the Golden Roc’s, he had something called an Evil Eye and it was the Evil Eye of Cremation. It was a 3rd eye on the middle of his forehead just like Jörma’s 3rd eye, but the difference was that it was pale blue in colour and gave the impression of blazing flames.
What was scary was that he could use that 3rd eye of his to directly ignite someone with pale-blue coloured flames that were even hotter than Golden Roc fire, Phoenix fire and even Vermillion fire, and they would swiftly turn into ash. No build up was needed, no projectile was launched, he would just look at someone and they would start burning.
Now he was looking at another being with a 3rd eye, and that person had looked at a group of people who ended up turning into stone. No build up was needed… no projectile was launched… With a single look, they had become statues.
The effects may be different, but the 3rd eye and method of attack was the exact same. That HAD to be an Evil Eye.