"It's a Wyvern... a lesser draconic species," Venus said, recalling the lessons from the Academy.
The others froze in disbelief.
"Oh, great, we have wyverns now. Will the dragons show up next?" Rudos muttered, exasperation laced with fear.
"They're already in our world," Luthor replied sharply. "But now's not the time for this. We need to escape that Hollowfied Wyvern—"
Slice!
A shadow swooped in. The Wyvern's claws tore through the air, aiming to cleave Luthor in half.
With a roar, he raised his greatsword to meet the strike head-on.
Crack!
The blade split under the monstrous force.
Bang!
His knees smashed into the stone floor, cracks spiderwebbing out beneath him.
"Luthor!"
Felix bolted forward, releasing a volley of blood-forged arrows. They slammed into the Wyvern's scales, barely leaving a scratch—yet it was enough to force the beast to recoil for an instant.
That single heartbeat of distraction let Luthor roll free.
"Fall back!"
