"Out of all people and all places, Why is he here?"
Athan mumbled almost inaudibly as soon as Veronica and Sylvester caught wind of the sudden screech from above in the middle of the night.
Leaves began to rustle against the fierce gale and then died out as soon as the wyvern landed before him. It stomped its feet several times before shaking the spiky tail to and fro.
Critters ran away when they noticed its cutthroat, vicious presence.
Gleaming turquoise eyes and semi-iridescent scales on its lean body was what was known for the wyverns at the north.
Arnold pulled the reins, and the wyvern spread its wings as it stood upright, breathing a mouthful of frosty mist.
While the men and women under Sylvester's army got alarmed, stopping their tracks and unsheathing their weapons, Athan beckoned them to stay low.
However, they didn't let their vigilance drop as they become too attentive to the show Arnold had to put up for them.
