"Eve! Run!", I yelled as I sprinted to the left flank of the wyvern.
"You take the right!", I signalled her.
She nodded and sprinted towards the right.
The Wyvern twisted its head towards both of our directions before deciding to chase me.
'If not for the spirit boots, I would have been dead meat!', I thought as I ran with all my might.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of mana and my spine shuddered.
I looked back while running and what I saw would have definitely made me pass out if not for Mage's Fortitude.
The Wyvern was preparing a breath attack. Clouds of black mana were being gathered in its rotting jaws.
'Shit! That's not an Undead Wyvern! That's a Necrotic Wyvern! We stand no chance!', I realised.
A Necrotic Wyvern was a higher species of undead than the Undead Wyverns. They had a special skill 'Necro Breath' that decayed anything the breath touched, with the exception of magic metals like Tungsten-Mithride, Aluminium-Orichtide and of course, Diamonds.
