For the Flying Cats, Zhao would simply be another threat to eliminate.
"I need to find a gap in their coverage," he murmured, studying the patrol patterns.
But the more he observed, the more he realized there were no gaps. The cats had established a surveillance network that covered every cubic meter of airspace. It was a system refined by centuries of war against invading moths.
Each cat maintained perfect spacing from its neighbors, their patrol routes overlapping in ways that ensured no intruder could slip through undetected.
Zhao tried flying lower, but the Platinum Sprouts' tentacles rose immediately, sensitive to any movement in their aerial domain. He tried flying higher than the 'canopy', but the air became so thin due to the insane altitude of the gigantic 'trees' that he could barely stay airborne.
And all the time, mana accumulated in his system.
