Chapter 421: Appearance of a hidden trump

Under the splendor of the sunset, Sheyan remained focused in hunting. Using his strength to twist, he snapped of the neck of a fallen Hexapede*. After he had leisurely tossed over the Hexapede to the na'vi clansmen behind him, he remained seated conveniently on a slope and inhaled deeply; before turning his gaze towards the east.

(TN: Hexapede is the peacock looking herbivore in Avatar)

The east was a field of extensively broad riverbay. Observing the vast loftiness and mighty serenity of the riverbay, it wasn't overboard to describe it as a lake. The sunset clouds in the distance had already slipped down the horizon, yet its afterglow remained burning with scarlet red. The lake reflected speckles of glittering waves, incessantly shimmering like a million scales.

Mogensha puffed on his cigar as he strolled over, and lazily confided.

“Boss, you tired?”