Teclos spent the next day hunting again.
Same as yesterday, he repeated the same rhythm. The northern forest had many beasts, and by the time the sun began to sink behind the clouds and mountains, fewer of them remained alive.
By evening, the blood orb inside his dark dimension had grown twice as large as yesterday.
And so had his strength.
Still, the wyvern remained on the mountain, unaware of what was happening below it. Teclos made sure of that. He took only enough from the forest to grow stronger, but not enough to make the change noticeable.
When the day was over, he stepped through the darkness beneath a dead pine and emerged near the village boundary.
The first thing he noticed was the missing guards.
The gate stood unattended.
Those two "brave" gatekeepers wouldn't be pestering him today, it seemed.
Teclos shook his head beneath the tree and slowly walked toward the village, hoping that he could at least eat in peace... although it was unlikely now.
