Dragon Hunting 3

The cold air remained a constant companion in his voyage. Kyrie had waited outside, golden eyes scanning the white wasteland with precision and calm, waiting for the presence of its target to appear in sight.

'I doubt that thing won't feel something like Soleater.' Sure, the wyvern was bigger than Soleater and could unleash fire blasts, but Soleater was big and bulky enough for its size to be felt through the vibrations on the snow.

The deadly gecko should have felt Soleater long ago, yet why had it not shown its ugly snout for a beating? Kyrie pouted in annoyance, checking his phone for information about where the wyvern had made its lair, or at least where its preferred targeting zone was.