Within the Godforsaken Land lay Wyvern's Roost. It was a massive nesting ground, a Godforsaken Land capable of mass-producing Wyverns, and one of Leonidas's prized territories.
Deep within the central lair of Wyvern's Roost, a crimson egg shuddered—the telltale sign of an imminent hatching.
Crack!
A fissure spiderwebbed across the shell's apex, venting a rich, fiery aura. Tiny draconic claws punched through, tearing the shell open from the inside out to reveal a crimson Wyvern. The hatchling let out two sharp squawks before lowering its head to devour its casing.
As it fed, cryptic runes coalesced deep within its reptilian eyes. Moments later, the previously energetic and bright-eyed crimson Wyvern grew sluggish, its consciousness fading into the void. When a new light finally sparked in its eyes, the creature was irrevocably altered—dull, vacant, and completely mindless.
