Never to Rise

Its sharp claws surged forward to rip the cobra on its neck apart. The cobras could never match the speed of the bronzed. While Queen had already swiftly retreated, the female cobra was still pulling her tusks and tail from the wyvern's body. It had no chance to dodge the coming claw.

But, Dyon had prepared. With a snap of his fingers, the female cobra disappeared.

The sickening sound of tearing bone and flesh filled Dyon's ears.

The wyvern's yellow slit eyes dimmed, the last emotion it felt being endless shock.

With a heavy thud, it fell, never to rise again.

Dyon didn't seem to shocked by the results. In fact, his next command was near instant. He had Queen cut the wyvern's head from its neck, stopping the poison from spreading to the rest of its body.

The wyvern truly didn't have a chance. Its mind was filled with too much rage.