A massive wave of orange aura covered the wyvern king. The heat he produced was enough to leave scars on the surrounding landscape.
The heat flowing from his hand took the shape of a sword that almost looked like molten steel.
The air around the weapon crackled as if it were burning through the fabric reality itself.
He took a sword stance, and I, in turn, readied my claws, my entire body engulfed in flames.
The wyvern king's expression turned strange, as if he wanted to ask why I was going to fight with my claws, but in the end, he didn't say a word.
He gave off the aura of a serious man. It was as if I was standing in front of a veteran soldier. His face was extremely stern, and even the way he moved held a degree of discipline.
His flame-colored eyes stared at me before his legs exploded forward. He appeared in front of me in an instant, sword raised. I stepped back and readied myself, parrying the blade with my claws.
