"Is this the Night Specter Clan? Have they also suffered the slaughter of the Sea Patrol Rakshasa?" Kynlee's eyes flickered with a hint of pity.
"They too, pay tribute to the Dragon King every year. Even though your Kunwu tribe may have made a mistake, what does it have to do with them?" Gunner angrily retorted.
"Wherever the Sea Patrol Rakshasa goes, not a single blade of grass will grow within a hundred miles," murmured Kynlee. "The Night Specter Clan is closest to our territory, so they were the first to bear the brunt. In this case, there's no clear-cut right or wrong; being powerful is right, being weak is wrong."
"These people... aren't they being too cruel?" A flame ignited in Jacob's eyes as he said with a grave voice, "These methods are even more brutal than the mass executions of whole clans from earlier years."
"You're right. It's more brutal than those mass executions because every time they take action, several tribes disappear," responded Kynlee.