WHIIIIIISTLE—SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Twelve deafening wet thuds shook the newly watered plains outside the main gate of Sunrise City!
Because their Sacred Solar Fire had been completely dissolved by the lemon dish soap and their Ao Ming Ice-Essence chill had frozen their Qi-meridians stiff, the twelve proud Rank 8 Golden-Crow Fire Envoys couldn’t even shrink back into their human forms as they fell!
Instead, twelve shrunken, hundred-foot-tall birds crashed belly-first into the soft, muddy clearing outside the city wall, sliding three hundred yards through the wet dirt before piling up into a tangled heap of pink goosebump-covered skin, scrawny wings, and white soap suds!
For three full seconds, the thirty million citizens standing on the rooftops and streets of Sunrise City—as well as the three billion citizens watching the live broadcast on the giant Star-Train Plaza screens across Systems 61 through 70—stared in dead silence.
Nobody dared to blink.
Were those twelve pink, shivering, soap-covered creatures really the terrifying Golden-Crow Fire Envoys who had ruled the Blazing-Feather Sector like untouchable gods for eight hundred years?!
At the top of the pile, Envoy Jin Chi (Rank 8 Late) slowly raised his dizzy head out of the mud.
