Chapter 26: Blade of Fall
Dax's blood dripped onto the cracked stone floor of the Wyvern Nest—each crimson drop hitting the ground with a soft, almost reverent sound.
The moment it touched, an unnatural scent spread through the air—subtle yet irresistible, like the call of something ancient and alive.
The distant wyverns reacted instantly.
A chorus of screeches and piercing whistles filled the sky as they bolted toward his location—massive wings tearing through clouds, shadows racing across the cliffs.
The first to arrive was a small wyvern—no larger than a human.
Its scales shimmered with a deep, luminous violet hue—catching the storm-light in shifting iridescence. Its eyes carried the wide, bright curiosity of a child seeing the world for the first time—innocent, fearless, alive.
Dax smiled softly.
