The storm thickened as the monstrous horde scattered in fiery fragments across the Demon Kingdom's skies.
With Arannis' command ringing in their minds, every student scrambled to retreat toward their carriages, the echo of his voice laced with authority that tolerated no hesitation.
Every student could tell that this mini-test Arannis was conducting had turned serious at the appearance at that humungous, dangerous beast behind the clouds staring at them, and they followed his instructions seriously.
Lucian and Miranda were the last to pull back, covering the retreat with bursts of radiant energy and temporal shields.
The final wyvern fell burning toward the chasms below as the last of the students secured themselves inside.
The carriages stabilized, runes shifting from crimson to calm azure as the Spectral Horses slowed to a hover, their translucent hooves pawing at empty air.
