"Whoa! Did they really bring it down?" one tough man muttered, squinting through the night to see the figures.
But the darkness masked their identities.
"No, not yet. They only clipped its wing. This fight's far from over," a sharp-eyed, handsome man said grimly.
"Yeah… there's no way an Alpha Wyvern would fall that easily."
"But who are they? Could they also be from Freedom Force?"
Their curious chatter continued—until it was shattered by a deafening draconic roar from behind.
ROARRRR!
The roar split the air, a feral cry that shook the sky. The kind of sound only an apex bloodline predator could make.
They turned, and their eyes went wide with horror.
From below the canyon, a massive creature emerged—twice the size of the first wyvern, and far more terrifying.
"Damn… That one's the real Alpha. We were watching the wrong one all along!"
"Oh hell, no wonder something felt off!"
"Fucking idiots! Run!!"
Buzz!
A flash of blazing fire tore through the air.
