After the partying had died down, practically all of the mortals, even those with high cultivation, had passed out from drink and stuffed bellows.
The only ones awake at this time were Hurricroak, Frosttusk, Slug-at-Arms, Terra, and myself.
It made sense, since our existences as kaijin made things like alcohol, sleep, and food ineffective to a point.
However, we were awake for a reason other than the lack of need for it.
There were some topics that had to be discussed between us that mortals, even our own allies, didn't need to know.
And there were activities that could only be done when the number of witnesses were low, and the guards of others were down.
As such, the six of us were wide awake and well aware that someone amongst the Storm Singers was a traitor.
[How many times have we done this song and dance?] Hurricroak asked me. [Why are there so many people out there willing to betray their friends and family?]
