Percival's Ranger Skeletons lined up, raising their Phoenix Bows high to the sky, pointing the flame-tipped arrows at the winged creatures.
Swamp Wyverns.
These things were big.
Their wings were vast enough to cast entire root-networks into shadow, and they flapped the sky with them, creating waves of wind that churned the fog into a vortex.
Whump Whump!
Their hide was leathery, with the color of drowned moss and streaked with toxic green luminescence, stretched over frames of dense bone.
Even from his standing point, Percival could see their eyes.
Those rotten pits of primordial malice. And then their serrated beaks clicking with a sound like snapping timber.
⸢New Threat: Swamp Wyvern⸥
⸢Level: 57 - 60⸥
⸢Description: Apex aerial predator of vertical Gate strata. Often symbiotically bonded with Draconian tribes. Employs sonic warfare and coordinated rider strikes.⸥
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