"What the fuck?" Wain exclaimed, looking up at the magic circle high in the sky.
He didn't expect the Wyvern to decide to attack him from that distance. There were several kilometers between them, but that didn't stop one of the four beasts from springing into action.
There were few humans in the ice-land territory at the time. Wain was the only one who sneaked closer to the center.
The others hesitated to enter further. No one wanted to die and risk their lives, they wanted to learn more about their enemies and the island first.
Wain, the ice cliffs, and a few monsters were the only ones who could suffer a wyvern attack.
Crackle.
The magic circle ostensibly glowed, and several blue flashes flew out of it. Wain prepared to dodge, but they flew not toward him but toward the hills in the distance. There were three hills in all, and on each of them flew a huge tomb of ice.
