Erik and June made their way towards the scene of the recent battle. The forest was a chaotic landscape of destruction.
Flas licked the edges of their path, casting eerie shadows that danced across their faces.
Ashes fluttered down like grim snowflakes, coating the underbrush with a layer of gray.
As they advanced, the air thickened with the scent of burnt wood and singed earth, making each breath a labor.
Mingled with these odors was a potent, iron-rich sll of blood, likely belonging to the wyvern.
This pungent aroma was heavy and overpowering, saturating the atmosphere with a cloying, tallic tang that clung to the back of their throats.
The sll spoke of life violently torn asunder, its essence spilling onto the earth to mingle with the charred remains of the forest.
They treaded carefully, mindful of the embers that still glowed hot amidst the wreckage.
"It looks like a scene from an apocalyptic movie," June said.
Erik didn't reply, but he couldn't say his clone was wrong. There was devastation everywhere around them.
The heart of the battlefield was marked by a giant crater, a gaping wound in the earth itself.
Within this depression lay the body of the wyvern. Both June and hi master observed the corpse of the nightmarish creature.
"This thing is massive."
"Yeah…"
Erik and June had never seen a wyvern up close before.
"Yeah…"
Erik and June had never seen a wyvern up close before.
Well, Erik had a close encounter with a wyvern once, but it wasn't as close as he was today, and the sight that unfolded before them differed from how they imagined it.
The beast was dead, after all, which was basically unheard of.
The wyvern's corpse sprawled across the crater's breadth.
Its scales were a deep, obsidian black, shimring with an unnatural sheen even after death.
A row of spikes, each as long as a man's arm, ran down the creature's spine, culminating in a colossal tail that was itself a weapon of destruction.
The wyvern's wings, now still and lifeless, were vast mbranes stretched over bony fras, ending in clawed hands that spoke of its predatory nature.
The head of the wyvern was a monstrous amalgamation of an alligator and a Komodo dragon, with powerful jaws capable of crushing bone and flesh alike.
Its eyes, now dim and lifeless, were a piercing red, windows into a soul driven by primal instincts.
The cause of the wyvern's demise was clear in the grievous wound that bisected its body.
A clean, precise cut, as if made by an invisible blade of wind, had cleaved the beast in two.
Erik and June approached the body and examined the wound.
"This is fascinating."
"What?" June asked.
"Well…" Erik thought for a second. "That the mana which the two creatures used took tangible form, and the effects on the attacks they unleashed," he said, looking at the precise cut. "But this is not really important."
"Let's assu we didn't see the mana which the bird used. Based on the body alone, we could have said that a beast with much more mana than this monster killed it."
The edges of the wound were eerily smooth, the flesh and scale parted with surgical precision.
This was the handiwork of the cerulean bird.
"Yeah. If we didn't see the monster, we would have been even more freaked out by the presence of sothing strong enough to kill the wyvern lurking around. But the question remains, why is this beast here?"
"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling," Erik said. Many reasons could explain why this colossal beast could only co from the Mur continent, otherwise, such a powerful beast should have been known to humans.
But if that was true, then why it had ventured here from the distant lands of the Mur continent—a phenonon that hadn't occurred in centuries.
Tales of creatures wielding such power were few and far between, aning that what Erik and June saw was untold.
In the continent where Erik lived, wyverns stood as the sole testant to these ancient legends, the only creatures whose fearso strength was not just spoken of in hushed tones but witnessed.
Humans had been strong enough to repel those monsters, not without losing a lot of good n and won in the process.
But they didn't set foot on the Mur continent for centuries. The strength of Thaids in that place remained a mystery to humanity.
Now, the beast could have co from there, but it was also possible it was born on this continent. Erik didn't want to rule out that possibility.
"Let's absorb his blood and Brain Crystal and leave. I bet Thaids are rushing here to eat this monster's flesh."
Erik approached the fallen wyvern, his movents cautious and reverent. He then drew a small vial from his pouch.
While kneeling beside the colossal beast, he collected the thick, dark blood oozing from the grievous wound that had cleaved the wyvern in two. The blood, still warm, filled the vial.
Turning to June, Erik handed him the vial. "Drink this."
June took the vial with a solemn nod. He tipped the contents into his mouth.
Erik then took a second vial for himself, repeating the ritual. But his task was not yet complete.
With a determination fueled by the knowledge of what he sought, Erik made his way to the wyvern's head.
The creature's eyes stared blankly, gateways to the imnse power that had once animated its formidable fra.
Erik summoned all his strength and channeled his powers, then he reached into the wyvern's eye socket and went toward the brain with a lot of effort. This beast's flesh was hard.
His fingers ended up closing on the brain crystal. The small object pulsed with the essence of the wyvern's mana.
With the crystal secured, Erik withdrew his hand and stood, the weight of his prize heavy in his grasp. It was still relatively small, despite coming from a wyvern.
He then drank the blood from his vial, and then, with a deep breath, he swallowed the brain crystal whole.
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