The wyvern's golden eyes flared with renewed intensity, its massive chest expanding as ominous heat radiated from deep within its core.
Alex, poised for the final strike, narrowed his eyes, but something about the wyvern's stance felt off. Its muscles weren't coiled in fear or desperation but rather with calculated patience—waiting for something.
However, knowing that the beast was a wyvern, a species known to be prideful, it wasn't that strange.
But then it happened.
The moment Alex closed in to slay the wyvern, its maw snapped open, and an overwhelming torrent of flames exploded outward.
A deep, hellish crimson consumed the entire battlefield.
The sheer intensity of the fire was unlike any ordinary breath attack—it was thick, molten, almost liquid in its destruction, scorching the very air itself.
The ground beneath the wyvern blackened instantly, stone melting into lava as the flames devoured everything in their path.