Wyvern (1)

The wyvern was a huge beast, about the size of a small building in the capital. It had massive leathery wings and thick red scales that pulsed with black veins. A sign of its corruption.

It stood on a pile of monster corpses, sharp claws digging into the bodies. Its mouth dripped with blood and bits of flesh as it continued to feast on the other monsters. A putrid stench of rot began to fill the air, making Raquel want to gag.

It was an understatement to call the sight horrific.

The hair on the back of Raquel’s neck stood up, a sense of dread filling her as she continued to gaze at the monster. A wyvern was the worst type of monster anyone could face. Not only were they extremely powerful, but they had great intelligence.

After all, they were dragons corrupted by dark magic.

Raquel wasn’t sure what they were going to do. The last time anyone had faced a wyvern, it was over a hundred years ago.