After confirming that they would deliver the necessary documents the next day, the envoys from the Three Fangs Kingdom took off, soaring into the sky. They didn't spare a single glance at the smoldering rings of flame below, nor did they acknowledge the beasts lingering in the shadows.
John and his flock watched their figures shrink into the distance, their wings slicing through the sky until they finally disappeared beyond the horizon. Only then did John chirp, "Well, well, that was entertaining! You all performed splendidly today. Congratulations are in order."
His sharp gaze swept across the gathered birds. "Your contribution points will be recorded by Blackie here, as he is the Provisional Head of our clan." He clicked his beak, then sighed dramatically. "But good? No, no, no. Look at this mess! This is unacceptable. We are a newly established clan—our image matters! A clean and orderly territory is a reflection of our strength."
