As he thought this—perhaps spurred on by the thought of his property, or perhaps because he had finally recovered from the Spiritual Pressure—a bit of courage welled up in the elderly Balha's heart. He tremblingly took out his phone and dialed a number: the emergency line left by the government officials who had recently come to warn him.
「Five minutes later.」
Accompanied by the rapid thumping of rotor blades, a helicopter roared closer at nearly three hundred kilometers per hour. The Golden Eagle, enjoying a rare feast, warily lifted its head and looked toward the sky at the rapidly approaching 'metallic kin.' With a single beat of its wings, it rocketed into the air at an initial speed of nearly fifty meters per second, letting out a shrill cry as if to declare its territory.
It was indeed powerful.
