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... bmits to a female without expecting anything in return. It’s like taking an oath to protect her and always be by her side. Only the highest-ranking divine beasts from the eagle clan—like the gold eagles—can form such a bond. A powerful gray-blue eagle like Morpheus also has that ability, but it’s been long declared forbidden in the eagle clan."

"Forbidden?" Ember asked, both curious and surprised.

Draven nodded. "Yes. As I mentioned, only the most powerful divine eagles like Aure ...

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