Adam's palm blazed with prismatic light, the rainbow radiance intensifying until it was almost too bright to look at. He thrust his hand forward.
[Prismatic Beam]!
The lance of concentrated light shot toward the wyvern lord's chest—blazing, blinding, unstoppable. It struck the creature square in the sternum, and for a moment, the world went white.
When the light faded, smoke curled from the wyvern's scales. A deep, smoldering wound marked where the beam had struck—but it hadn't penetrated. The wyvern lord's hide was blackened, cracked, but intact.
And between Adam and the wyvern lord, two smaller wyverns fell.
Their bodies tumbled through the air, smoking, lifeless. They had thrown themselves into the path of the beam—sacrificed themselves to shield their alpha.
Adam's eyes widened. His voice, when it came, was low.
"You used your own kind as shields?" He stared at the wyvern lord, his crimson eyes hard. "Do you have no empathy?"
