War Zone 19, above a volcanic crater.
An acrid plume of smoke shot straight into the clouds. Two adult Molten Lava Wyverns, each over ten meters long, circled within the black smoke.
They were the absolute tyrants of this airspace. Every flap of their dark red, fleshy wings stirred up a scorching gale.
"ROAR— (Big brother, look! There are two strange, big iron birds flying over there.)" Wyvern A, the slightly smaller of the two, let out a low hiss, its vertical pupils fixed on the small blue-and-white dots rapidly approaching from the distant clouds.
"ROAR! ROAR! (What's there to panic about? We're the lords of this volcano. We can spit a little fire and burn them to a crisp.)" Wyvern B snorted disdainfully, puffing out a cloud of thick, ember-filled smoke.
In this territory, aside from a few tough customers down in the crater, who in the sky dared to provoke them?
Before the sound had even faded, the two streaks of light decelerated abruptly, hovering two thousand meters away.
