The next destination loomed ahead: Wyvern's Graveyard.
This a cursed expanse of jagged peaks and crimson skies, where the bones of fallen beasts littered the cliffs like the remnants of an ancient battlefield. It was a forbidden land, feared even by advanced summoners.
Too many had died chasing power among the wild wyverns. Those winged monsters didn't obey reason or contract.
They only obeyed instinct—and it was to kill and eat.
Hence the name: Graveyard.
But for Igaris, it was opportunity.
Before departure, he stood beneath the shadow of the craggy ridge where his forces had gathered.
The Mountain King stepped forward and knelt.
"These Earth Golems have served me loyally for years. Now they will serve you, Master."
One by one, the hulking constructs, each twice the size of a man and brimming with raw elemental force, knelt in unison before Igaris.
He nodded and began Acquiring them one by one. Sometimes in groups of 2 or 3.
