Shadows bled upward from the dirt like living ink, writhing into long, barbed spears that hovered in a spiraling halo around Kai. The air trembled with their presence.
And behind him, rising like a mountain of bone, sinew, and fused arcane power, Wivre unfolded.
The Ancient Omega Wyvern's serpentine body swept upward, nearly blotting out the red sky of Muderan. Its eyes, those enormous, swirling pits of undead fire, narrowed on Vaerith.
"Is this pest causing you issues, master?"
The wyvern's voice was a deep, echoing rumble that shook the ground.
Kai pointed at Vaerith with a twitch of irritation.
"It is. I don't care about the body. I just need the soul. Exterminate it."
Wivre dipped its head in a grand, respectful bow.
"As you wish."
The moment the words left Wivre's fanged maw, Kai unleashed everything.
A torrent of spiraling shadow spears erupted forward, thousands, not dozens, each one a drill of killing intent, rotating fast enough to scream through the air.
