With one powerful dive, the wyvern swooped down, claws extended.
A group of mercenaries screamed, trying to flee but they weren't fast enough.
Skylar's claws tore through them, lifting multiple bodies into the air before releasing them from high above.
"Ahhhhh!!"
"Nooooooooo!!"
Their cries of terror ended with sickening cracks as they hit the ground, their bodies mangled beyond recognition.
The survivors ran.
They no longer fought to win.
They fought to escape.
Damien watched the chaos unfold with an unreadable expression, his silver eyes reflecting the carnage. He remained still as Skylar continued its assault, unleashing torrents of dark energy, burning soldiers alive in black flames.
It didn't take long.
Within minutes, Lord Raegon's forces crumbled entirely.
The mercenaries who remained threw down their weapons, their spirits utterly broken.
And then, at the heart of it all Damien turned his gaze toward Lord Raegon himself.
