The plane is feeding its own eagle.
This eagle has pitch-black feathers, sharp claws, and a penetrating gaze. It scans the surroundings, exuding a fierce aura as if it's about to tear the surrounding space apart.
Many people look down on the plane, believing that his practice of the 'Sunflower Manual' by performing self-castration is an evil path.
He belonged to those who could ascend but would disdain to do so, forming a chain of contempt.
But in the eyes of true high-end players, the plane is far from simple.
Especially after winning two out of three battles against Brother Umbrella.
Mere castration couldn't possibly lead to such a significant increase in power.
If castration were really that effective, then this world should belong to eunuchs.
Yet the plane couldn't care less about explaining, remarking disdainfully to those who couldn't grasp the game, "I make even a bird work to death for me."
