Just as Eagle Twenty-One was fuming, sudden exclamations echoed from inside the mine, "The Spirit Stone Vein... it's broken!"
"It's all been dug out! No more Spirit Stones, there's only rock behind this layer!"
"Where should we dig next? It's all rock..."
Since late last night until just this evening, three companions had been killed. Having witnessed the internal strife among the Ice-winged Eagles and the old king being replaced by a new one, the Flame Rats were utterly numb; they knew that even if their king had managed to escape, he couldn't possibly come back to rescue them so quickly.
With the new Ice-winged Eagle leader's bad temper, they wouldn't live long anyway, so they might as well die sooner and be reborn.
Thus, when they discovered the thin layer of Spirit Stone Ore had been exhausted, revealing nothing but rock, they even felt a bit gleeful about it.
