Stories that could only happen in legends—the sight was happening right before them all.
Han and Ellynn were moving away from the Colossal Wyvern, a distance given to them thanks to the intervention of the [ Wood Elf ] and it was there that even he, a person who couldn't do magic, felt the stirring in the air.
Perhaps it wasn't even magic.
It was reminiscent of when the entire nature had seemed to revolve around the [ Wood Elf ], they stood alone in front of a beast that toppled cities and tore through the skies. A nature that spoke of endlessness, eternity and the earth responding to his call.
He summoned a power to be unleashed against a mighty foe.
And just in the nick of time.
The Colossal Wyvern broke and snapped the bindings ahold of it, unfurling its wings and let out a shriek that crackled the sky with lightning. One of its eyes was bleeding severely, one of those annoying flesh bags had stabbed its eye but it paid no heed as its main opponent stood in front of them.
