Chapter 173 – The Crimson Feast
The chamber was still, save for the faint hiss of cooling stone. Smoke coiled upward in thin streams, carrying with it the acrid stench of scorched flesh. The crimson wyvern's corpse sprawled across the floor, a mountain of charred scales and broken wings.
Ethan stood with his blade still buried in the ground, chest heaving, sweat dripping freely from his brow. Lirael and Sylvie approached slowly, cautious of the suffocating heat that lingered in the air. Nyxfang padded forward, silent but watchful, while Seloria's eyes glowed faintly in the darkness behind.
For a heartbeat, silence reigned.
Then Xarion moved.
The draconian strode to the wyvern's chest, claws flexing, his body still wreathed in flickers of flame. He knelt without hesitation, his sharp talons biting into scale and bone. With a guttural growl, he plunged his entire clawed hand deep into the beast's ribcage.
