"I told you I could do it".
The mist had dispersed, and the captured Wyverns were all tied down to the ground tightly by the vines that continues to squeeze their body down the more they struggle to get free.
'that, did not take as much mana out of me as I thought it was going to'.
"as for you lot, I am going to have a blast feasting on you".
Orun said, walking over to the newly captured Wyverns to rip and roast them before he starts feasting.
He decided to save the Wyvern he first captured for last. Something about the Wyvern having the highest energy in its body.
"please wait".
The Wyvern called out, in fear that it was going to lose all its kin in the blink of an eye, to a monster whose figure befits that of a dwarve.
"wait? You attacked me with the intention of having me dead and you tell me to wait? For what? To gather your strength and magically set yourself free so you can all gang up on me again? Is that it?".
