Wyvern rider training was nothing like riding horses.
The riders had to climb onto the wyverns carefully, avoiding the sharp scales and powerful wings. They needed to press their bodies low, grip the harness tightly, and learn how to move with the beast instead of against it. Any sudden movement could throw them off balance. Any panic could cost them their life.
Below, Randall watched the chaos with crossed arms and a cold gaze.
"Again!" he shouted. "If you fall now, you will die for real, so be serious."
Wales, who was observing everything from a distance, rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"I think we need proper gear," he said calmly.
"The strong winds are making it hard for the riders to focus," Noel added, shielding his eyes as another wyvern passed overhead.
"Do not worry, Young Lord," one of the instructors replied. "I will ask Otlo to make something suitable."
...…
"Specs…"
Ethan muttered softly when the matter was brought to him.
