The wyverns had not been completely eliminated during the previous attack. Some had regrouped far from the area but were attracted by the noise and the smell of blood. The dust was slowly settling on the broken rocks, and the cracks around the zone still vibrated with unstable heat.
The elves of the Sol clan remained on guard. They knew that these monsters never abandoned prey as long as they were still breathing.
A roar echoed in the distance. Then a second, deeper, like a response. Jezabel understood immediately. There were at least two young wyverns and a larger one, perhaps one approaching the adult stage. In this region, misestimating could cost the lives of an entire squadron.
The elves tightened their formations. They wanted to look good in front of their princess, but their gazes betrayed fear. Even though they were fire mages, wyverns had an endurance that basic spells took time to weaken.
