SERAPHINE POV —
HELL.
The wyvern looked so damn familiar. Not just "oh I've seen you in a storybook" familiar.
No.
It was the kind of familiar where my brain kept whispering: Girl… you've seen this in a movie while eating noodles at 2 a.m.
And then it hit me. WHAM. Right in the middle of Sir Alex screaming "DUCK!" while I crouched behind a melted boulder.
"DAMYMM IT'S RAYA AND THE LAST DRAGON."
Okay—not exactly. This one wasn't cute, fluffy, nor rainbow-shimmery.
This one looked like Sisu's evil, deranged cousin who got kicked out of the family reunion for breathing lava on the buffet table.
But the vibes??
Same same.
So naturally—I said the most logical, reasonable, absolutely NOT insane thing:
"Let's tame it."
Silence. Echoing silence.
The elves looked like someone slapped them with a fish.
My men stared at me like I'd grown a second head.
Chubby whispered, "My lady's gone mad."
Coffi nodded, "Same arc, different day."
And Sir Alex Canva?
