So in the blink of an eye, the White Demon had gotten ahead of Silverwing Wyvern, the third rider's mount.
As the third rider was stunned, Vir brought the White Demon maneuvering and darted back towards the Silverwing Wyvern.
The third rider forced his wyvern to put up a fight. But unfortunately, the fireballs thrown out by his wyvern didn't touch the draegom that was flying swiftly.
Vir drew his black short sword. At one point, he jumped off his draegom's back, hovering over the wyvern.
Stab!
The Vulcher man managed to land on the wyvern's back, right behind the third rider, and he stabbed the rider through the chest.
"Rot in hell!" Vir whispered with a faint grin into the dying rider's ear.
Meanwhile, at about the same time, Vir's draegom was also doing something to the third rider's Silverwing Wyvern.
