Chapter 26: Blade of Fall
Dax's blood dripped onto the cracked stone floor of the Wyvern Nest—each crimson drop hitting the ground with a soft, almost reverent sound.
The moment it touched the stone, an unnatural scent spread through the air, subtle yet irresistible, like the call of something buried deep in the marrow and fiercely alive.
The distant wyverns reacted instantly.
A chorus of screeches and piercing whistles filled the sky as they bolted toward his location, massive wings tearing through the clouds while their shadows raced across the cliffs.
The first to arrive was a small wyvern no larger than a human. Its scales shimmered with a deep, luminous violet hue, catching the storm-light in shifting iridescence. Its eyes carried the wide, bright curiosity of a child seeing the world for the first time—innocent, fearless, and alive.
Dax smiled softly.
