The Poisonous Snake
A few hours ago, Doombringer was flying through the wild lands of the western region, waiting for the tournament to come to an end before returning to pick up Nathan and head back to the barony. But something happened!
Roar! Roar!
The wyvern's red eyes flashed as it saw countless beasts heading towards the direction of the Cromwell Barony. There were a variety of monsters among the ranks of magical beasts; fierce Sabertooth Tigers, enormous Dire Wolves with razor-sharp fangs, hulking Rock Golems, a few Winged Serpents, and even giant bug-like creatures. The air was filled with a mixture of growls and buzzing sounds—very unpleasant for the ears.
Unlike most beasts, Doombringer was smart and easily recognized these monsters as threats to its hometown. With a powerful flip of its wings, Doombringer changed direction, soaring low to the ground, and opened its maw wide. A thunderous roar sounded as a mixture of blue and red flames surged wildly within its mouth.