To Nokisi Point (4)

Erik and June made their way towards the scene of the recent battle. The forest was a chaotic landscape of destruction.

Flames licked the edges of their path, casting eerie shadows that danced across their faces.

Ashes fluttered down like grim snowflakes, coating the underbrush with a layer of gray.

As they advanced, the air thickened with the scent of burnt wood and singed earth, making each breath a labor.

Mingled with these odors was a potent, iron-rich smell of blood, likely belonging to the wyvern.

This pungent aroma was heavy and overpowering, saturating the atmosphere with a cloying, metallic tang that clung to the back of their throats.

The smell spoke of life violently torn asunder, its essence spilling onto the earth to mingle with the charred remains of the forest.

They treaded carefully, mindful of the embers that still glowed hot amidst the wreckage.

"It looks like a scene from an apocalyptic movie," June said.