With a thought, he released the bind.
The serpents lurched forward the moment their bodies were freed, their slit-pupiled eyes burning with desperation. Their coiled muscles tensed—injured, but still dangerous.
Arthur didn't move.
Instead, he turned his head slightly.
"Sylvaris."
A single command.
Sylvaris struck instantly.
The enormous serpent darted forward, his thick body snapping like a whip. His fangs flashed, sinking deep into the closest serpent's throat. A low, guttural hiss filled the air as poison flooded its bloodstream.
The second serpent lunged toward Sylvaris's side—its body a blur of motion as it coiled and struck, fangs glistening with lethal venom, aimed straight for Sylvaris's exposed side—
But Sylvaris was faster.