A sense of pride enveloped Nadia when she heard the Patriarch's speech.
Her heart blazed with a sense of belonging- no, a sense of possession- that these wolves were hers to begin with.
'Is this what being a Mythical Tier Beast feels like? That they own the entire race…?'
Nadia wondered. She felt like she could now even force Emperor-Tier Nether Springs Death Wolves to do things, and in all actuality, she had swiped the Divine Nether Totem from the Patriarch himself, who was supposed to be on the same level as her.
Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath, feeling the weight of the entire race upon her.
It was perhaps because she acknowledged the pleas and wrath of the fallen kin that she could now feel the hopelessness and the hatred of the Nether Springs Death Wolf Clan. If she didn't have the intention to lead the clan before but just protect them for the race's sake, then now she had full intentions to save and allow them all to flourish- starting with this clan.
