Noah read it twice. He had not known what she was until the system said it. Just the wyvern, just the female, until the word appeared in clean white text in his vision and gave her a designation he had no other way of knowing.
'Empress,' he thought. The females were Empress. Storm was a Monarch. Same species, different designation depending on what they were.
He thought about twenty-three eggs with no adequate food source waiting for them in this world. About a wyvern that had been running herself lean for months trying to sustain them on harbor fish. About what it meant to leave that situation alone.
He selected yes.
The purple void energy came from his hand the way it always did, flowing outward from his palm in channels that ran along her scales, following the electrical lines in her body like water finding already-cut grooves. She twitched, her whole body registering the foreign energy, the spines flaring briefly.
