I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 107: CP: Meeting Chief Vega

The eagles led them along a swaying walkway of woven branches and feathers, the platforms creaking gently underfoot like living things. Wind chimes made from hollow bones and polished talons sang overhead, and everywhere Alex looked, harpy eyes watched them—curious, wary, some openly hostile.

The snakelings, for once, seemed to sense the gravity of the moment.

Jade sat tall on Naga’s shoulders, hood half-flared in quiet warning. Ripple pressed himself tighter against Alex’s side. Siddy actually stayed in his carrier without fighting the straps (a miracle).

Sterling stopped trying to climb Leo’s head and simply peered around with wide silver eyes. Onyx woke up long enough to flick his tongue once, then went back to sleep. Only River remained perfectly serene, coiled around Alex’s wrist like a living bracelet, ocean-blue eyes blinking slowly at the new world above the clouds.

Chief Vega’s perch was at the very center of the aerie—a vast circular platform open to the sky, ringed by towering perches where lesser elders and guards waited. Chief Vega stood at the platform’s center—flanked by her mates—and Alex’s first thought was that she looked like she could punch through a mountain with sheer strength.

She was tall—easily six and a half feet with shoulders broader and arms corded with muscle that spoke of decades spent mastering prowess and combat simultaneously. Her skin was sun-bronzed and weathered, marked with ritual scars that traced wing patterns across her shoulders and down her forearms. Dark brown hair streaked with white was pulled back in a severe braid, and her eyes—sharp obsidian flecked with hint of silver—held the kind of focus that suggested she could count your individual eyelashes from a mile up while simultaneously calculating seventeen different ways to drop you from the sky.

She wore minimal clothing—a leather chest wrap, loose feather skirt, arm guards decorated with actual eagle talons—and radiated the particular confidence of someone who had never, not once in her life, questioned her right to rule.

Around her, perched on the carved posts that ringed the platform, sat what had to be the elder council—all female, all scarred from aerial combat, all watching the newcomers with expressions ranging from curiosity to thinly veiled disdain.

[ANALYSIS: Chief Vega

Age: Approximately 70 (prime for harpy eagles)

Threat Level: ★★★★★ (DO NOT FIGHT)

Weaknesses: Unknown

Strengths: Everything

Diplomatic approach: Respect + directness + absolutely no bullshit]

The scarred escort who’d led them here knelt briefly—fist to heart, head bowed—before rising.

"Chief Vega," she said formally. "I present the ground-walker Alex, bearer of six snakelings and collector of divine stones. He seeks audience."

Vega’s obsidian eyes swept over their party—missing nothing. Alex felt assessed, catalogued, and judged in the span of three heartbeats.

Then she spoke, her voice surprisingly melodic for someone who looked like she wrestled storm clouds for breakfast.

"You made it," she said. "I’m genuinely impressed. The Razor’s Path has killed stronger parties than yours."

"Is that what you call it?" Alex asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite exhaustion. "The Razor’s Path?"

"Among other things," Vega said with the faintest hint of amusement. "’The Winnowing’ is another popular name. "

She stopped three paces away, arms crossed.

"So. Tell me why you’ve come. And make it good—I don’t waste time on pleasant lies."

Alex straightened, ignoring the way his legs still trembled from three days of climbing, ignoring the way every muscle in his body screamed for rest.

"I’m collecting the Seven Divine Artifacts," he said clearly. "I have five already—the Black Stone, Golden Stone, Silver Fang, Bronze Stone, and Water Stone. I need the Air Stone and Fire Stone to complete the set."

He pulled out the five stones, let them rest in his palm, their combined radiance painting rainbow patterns across the platform.

Vega’s expression didn’t change, but several elders leaned forward with unmistakable interest.

"The Air Stone has been in eagle possession for four generations," Vega said. "It controls wind, summons storms, protects our aerie from aerial predators. It’s not just sacred—it’s essential to our survival."

"I know," Alex said. "Which is why I’m prepared to offer something of equal or greater value in exchange."

"And what could a ground-walker possibly offer that equals the power of controlling the sky itself?" one of the elders demanded—a scarred veteran with one eye and a voice like grinding stone.

"Depends what you need," Alex said. "But I’ve successfully traded with wolves, bears, and mer-people. Every tribe I’ve negotiated with has received something that improved their lives permanently. I don’t take without giving back."

"Bold claim," Vega said. "Back it up. What did you give the others?"

"The wolves were losing fertility—three generations of empty cradles," Alex explained. "I gave them the Essence of Renewal. Permanent fertility restoration for the entire pack. They’re already seeing results."

Murmurs rippled through the assembled elders.

"The bears had a succession crisis," Alex continued. "I provided a Leadership Trial Stone that identified their next chief fairly and permanently solved their power struggle."

"And the mer-people?" Vega asked.

"I bonded with their prince," Alex said simply.

"Became family. Which was apparently worth more than their most sacred treasure—because Chief Reef himself gave me the Water Stone as a gift."

Zale’s scales flushed slightly at being mentioned, but he nodded confirmation when several eagle gazes turned to him.

Vega studied Alex for a long moment.

The platform fell into a heavy, expectant silence after Alex’s words. Vega’s amber eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in the calculating way of a predator weighing whether the prey in front of her was worth the effort of a strike.

Five divine stones glowed softly in Alex’s palm, their combined light painting shifting colors across the woven floor and the watching elders. The snakelings, sensing the shift in tension, went unusually still. Jade’s tiny hood flared just enough to show he was paying attention. Siddy actually stopped trying to chew through his carrier strap. Even Onyx lifted his sleepy head.

Vega uncrossed her arms.

"Well," she said at last, voice low and measured, "I do have a problem."

Alex’s exhaustion vanished in a rush of hope. He straightened, ignoring the protest from every muscle in his body. "I will do anything I can to help."

Vega’s lips twitched — not quite a smile, but close enough to show she’d noticed his sincerity. "It is my personal family problem, not the tribe’s. It will not guarantee you the Air Stone."

"Don’t worry about that," Alex said immediately. "As long as I can be helpful."

The chief studied him another long moment, then turned on her heel. "Then follow me."