Just a mere fifteen meters away from the dungeon entrance's rift, Helen hovered on the wyvern.
The great winged beast, which usually moved with an imposing grace in the heights, began to flap its wings erratically and move clumsily through the air the instant it noticed Ryan's proximity.
"Hey, hey, listen to me for once!" Helen shouted from the beast's back, pulling the reins with all her strength and trying to control the wyvern's destabilized flight.
'But what the hell are they doing?' Ryan thought, stopping in mid-air as he observed the scene with the total calmness of someone watching a small child's antics.
The wyvern, making an effort, advanced while stumbling through the air toward Ryan.
Upon noticing that he remained floating right in front of them, Helen looked up and her eyes lit up with absolute joy.
"Hey! Ryan, you are finally back!" Helen shouted, looking completely unconcerned about the evident instability of the wyvern as the beast approached Ryan.
