The Wyverns circled high above the Elven Kingdom like predators stalking their prey. Each beat of their enormous wings stirred the air into heavy gusts, and every bone-rattling roar echoed across the city, shaking the very ground. Their powerful jaws and razor-sharp teeth gleamed under the sunlight, striking primal fear into the hearts of the elves below.
For the elves—peace-loving guardians of the forest—such a sight was deeply unsettling. They preferred harmony, quiet, and the gentle rhythm of nature, avoiding any disturbance to the balance they cherished. But now, the tranquility of their homeland was under the shadow of predators from the sky.
"The city looks peaceful from up here…" Kaelrath murmured from atop his Wyvern, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling treetop homes and rope bridges of the kingdom.
