Ow—so painful!
"Hey, what the heck is going on?"
"My feathers! My feathers!"
Cries of shock echoed through the air as many of the Pale Phoenixes suddenly realized that their feathers were being pulled out by some invisible force, slowly gathering in the sky above them.
For the Pale Phoenix clan, aside from the Matriarchs of past generations, the purity of their bloodline was often reflected in the whiteness of their feathers. The whiter the feathers, the purer the bloodline.
And now, the ones having their feathers plucked were all the Pale Phoenixes with the whitest feathers. Even more distressing, it was the purest, snow-white feathers being pulled out.
"My feathers! Those were the only pure white ones I had!"
"Damn it! The feather on my head is the purest one! Why did it have to be that one?!"
Cries of frustration and despair filled the air. Having their whitest feathers taken was clearly a blow to the pride of many Pale Phoenixes.