"You should take a good look at yourself in a mirror. The Aerial Legion has only been established for less than a day," Cyrus sneered. "And yet, you dare to come here and cause trouble? Do you even know what you're worth?"
He slammed the table, and a precious teapot flew up, hurtling toward Aelion under the force of Cyrus' power.
As the pot hurtled closer, Aelion remained utterly still, unperturbed.
The senior members of Gloam Wing erupted into mocking laughter.
"This guy must be all show, scared stiff by Commander Hale's move."
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