Glancing at the remains of the tail, which was lying covered in my blood. Slowly leaning towards him, trying not to make sudden movements, grabbing him with my hand and getting up, I examined him with interest.
Drops of my blood continued to drip onto the floor, the end of the tail looked pointed, it was dotted with scales that in some places resembled needles. Running my other hand over these needles, I felt like I had hurt my fingers.
I didn't see her tail before the wyvern struck; was it always in this state or was it only our fight that forced her to change it?
I had no desire to find another wyvern to see what condition its tail is in when it is not in danger.
Sighing, I felt a slight cold begin to penetrate into the tent from the street. Placing my tail on the broken chair, I put on the Harbinger armor again.
Running my hand over my face and hair, I felt my fingers on the right side touching the skin. Frowning and going to see my complete changes after the battle with the wyvern, I went to the mirror. Looking at myself, I blinked silently, it seemed to me that both eyes were deceiving me.
Part of my face from my eye to my lips had the shape of a large scar, the scar resembled the fire that struck me.
The scar showed dried blood that stretched all the way to my neck. I have no idea what was causing it, but my eye color changed; it became more red and shimmering into orange.
The hair on the right side was missing, instead there was only bare skin with the appearance of a large scar encircling my ear.
If I had the opportunity to hide the remaining body under clothes, I had no opportunity to hide the scar on my face and head.
Previously, I looked like a young man who entered the academy, but now I looked more like a villager who suffered from a fire. I anticipated the indignation of both Keirin and the others because I had put myself in danger.
Catching myself thinking about Keirin, I fearfully began to think about whether the connection between a servant and a master could indicate that I was in danger?
I had a desire to get the rune stone and contact her. Remembering that they most likely tried to contact me from the academy and from the mercenary guild, I rejected the idea of the need to contact her.
Thinking about the wyvern and making it a tormentor, I sat down on the bed. Because of my vision as a dark elf, it was not difficult for me to open it and do everything necessary.
True, her size will make me work hard; I had no doubt that her corpse would be heavy and most likely she would need help from her tormentors to turn her over onto her wings.
But the smell of our blood will most likely attract predators over time, even if they retreated because of the tormentors.
I felt that my body still hurt in some places and I needed to find a quieter place to rest rather than stay here waiting for monsters or animals to come.
Sighing and slowly getting up, I headed towards the exit from the tent. At the exit, I remembered the tail that was lying on the broken chair, returning to it and taking it in my right hand, I left the tent.
The smell of the forest after the rain filled my nose and the cold gradually began to make itself felt. Heading towards the corpse of the wyvern that lay further and its large size looked at night like a small hill in the middle of a destroyed forest.
The torturers stood where they were when I entered the tent; they did not react to my movements and continued to look into the forest.
At such moments, I wanted to talk to someone; my companions did not know how to speak; shaking my head, I approached the corpse of the wyvern.
Looking at the corpse and her wound that I inflicted with the sword of darkness and shook my head, at that moment I did not remember the professor's words about the core if I had the opportunity, I would have a chance to kill her with one blow.
But what's done is done, placing the remains of the tail next to the corpse and calling on the sword of darkness, I began to open the wyvern's chest. Casting a wary glance at her face and listening, I still had fears that she might come to life.
Watching how the scales fell to the ground here and there and the corpse did not react to the sword in its body, I allowed myself to calm down a little.
Opening her chest, her organs appeared in front of me; I had no knowledge about the organs of wyverns.
I saw a large organ in the center that was cut in half and hung on other organs. As I understood it was the heart, but looking at her other organs, I didn't understand where the fire accumulated in her body?
Is it possible that the fire occurred in a different way and did not accumulate in the organs? Trying to remember the wyvern's behavior before the fire attack, but there was a lot in the battle that I didn't notice.
Wandering through my memories and watching the wyvern's blood drip more and more onto the ground, I remembered how she made strange movements with her neck.
And after a while she spewed fire, approaching her neck, I tried not to look into her dead eyes that were looking at me.
The smell from her open chest began to spread throughout the forest, trying not to pay attention to either the smell or the wyvern's gaze.
I began to draw the tip of the blade along her neck and, as I thought, the blade entered immediately into the neck without encountering any obstacles such as the chest.
Opening her neck with my hands, I noticed two spheres that were connected to her organs. There was a barely noticeable light inside these spheres, so during the day I most likely did not notice or pay attention to it.
A slight grin appeared on my face, all was not lost, why would I need a wyvern with fire magic that I don't possess?
I wanted to make a wyvern out of her that would breathe darkness. The cold began to tingle my hands more and more, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Holding her cut neck with my right hand and placing my other hand on the spheres, I gradually began to fill them with darkness.
Gradually, darkness began to fill inside the spheres until they became completely black and the remnants of fire that were disappeared into the darkness.
I had fears that the darkness would destroy these vessels in which there was fire; to my joy, the spheres did not show that the darkness was harming them.
Removing my hand from her neck, I began the ritual to create a fifth tormentor, cutting my hand and releasing the darkness and spilling blood into her neck, chest and tail, I began to wait.
At first nothing happened, but then I felt pain in my temples; it felt like someone was trying to break my head; my vision began to blur.
And at that moment I felt like someone was looking at me from below, turning my gaze from the wyvern's chest and looking down, I saw that the wyvern was looking at me with an unblinking gaze.
The color of the wyvern's eyes changed to completely black, putting my hand on her muzzle, to my surprise, I felt her breathing. The pain in my temples became more and more intense; did my ritual really bring the wyvern back to life?
Feeling her open her mouth, I released the darkness in my hands in the hope that it would harm her, but the darkness merged with her body and gradually her color began to become darker until it became completely black.
With incomprehension, I looked at what was happening now in front of me, the wyvern, opening its mouth, ran its tongue along my hand and gradually the headache began to go away as my vision began to recover.
Walking away from her with slow steps, I watched as the wyvern began to rise from the ground. The mud and water began to sleep and flow off her large body.
The wounds that I inflicted on her healed with amazing speed, rising and resting her paws on the ground, she roared into the sky.
In this roar of the wyvern, I heard a call and challenge to someone, after which she looked at me again as if expecting an order.
Wanting to check my suspicions, I gave her the order to return to my consciousness, the darkness from her body began to try to penetrate my body.
But for some reason she completely failed, not understanding what was happening. I was about to cancel the order when I noticed that a drawing of a wyvern appeared on my right hand.
Raising my hand and examining it, I did not notice other similar patterns on my hands. Did it mean that it penetrated not into my consciousness, but into my body? But why?
Was she stronger than my other tormentors and my consciousness could not allow her to get there?
Shaking my head, I didn't know the answer to this question, calling her again, she appeared in the same place where she was before.
Without hesitation, I returned to the tent, having collected it and called off the other tormentors, climbed onto the wyvern and ordered it to move towards the capital, with rapid movements of its wings it began to lift into the sky.