From the shadows of a collapsed shopping complex across the intersection, several figures observed the battle in silence.
They stayed hidden behind broken pillars and shattered glass and careful not to reveal even a flicker of their presence.
Dust drifted through the air between them as the wyvern crashed and roared under the coordinated assault.
One of them lowered his binoculars slowly.
His eyes narrowed. "They're not panicking in that fight. Hmm… that's weird," he muttered.
Another figure leaned against a cracked wall with arms folded. He said, "Not just that. Look at their formation. They move like they've fought together for years."
The third figure watched Myles slash across the wyvern's body, then saw Victor tear through the wing membrane. His expression shifted.
"That guy in front," he said quietly. "He might be close to Alex's level."
The name lingered heavily between them. Silence followed for a few seconds.
