Unchallenged sovereign

The palpable aura of bloodlust emanating from the beast left no room for doubt. It was a sensation that once experienced could never be forgotten, as if someone had seized their very hearts, squeezing them with each passing moment, only to relent when teetering at the brink of bursting. Waiting, ready to obliterate them at their slightest movement.

The realization dawned upon them, their resolve wavered, all the bravado crumbling in the face of the inevitable confrontation that awaited them beyond the safety of the tavern's walls.

Orion, too, had crossed paths with such creatures in the dreaded Death Forest, but had never dared to challenge it. Even the cubs of wyverns were strong enough to obliterate the radiant yellow mage, and the one outside was not a mere cub.

Orion, having trained under the intense aura of his grandfather, remained relatively unfazed. Yet, a certain vigilance and caution was now etched on his expressios, well aware that the danger outside was not to be underestimated.

And as he had expected, his intuition guided by his wide spread mana sense, suddenly flared in warning. Without a moment's hesitation, he channeled his mana and unleashed a powerful spell. A tempestuous gale burst forth from him, propelling him through the building's wall, busting through it like a cannonball.

A thunderous roar followed from behind, and a raging pillar of fire descended upon the building from the sky, like a punishment from the heavens. For a moment, The entire surrounding lit up in brilliance, turning the night sky into orange hue of dawn.

In matter of moments, the once bustling tavern was reduced to naught but smoldering ashes, all the humans inside swallowed whole by the merciless flames.

Orion dared not raise his gaze to the sky, knowing that to do so would only invite the attention of the perpetrator of this cataclysmic display. With a sense of urgency, he surveyed the wreckage of the tavern, ensuring that no trace of his presence lingered amidst the chaos.

But before the smoke could disperse of its own accord, a powerful gust of wind swept through the area, tearing through the veil of smoke with an almost supernatural force. In its wake, it revealed the lone figure standing amidst the desolation—a mage, his silhouette outlined against the backdrop of scorched earth and billowing smoke.

The mage clenched a darkened amulet in his left hand, his frustration palpable as he surveyed the devastation around him. With a sudden burst of anger, he slammed his foot against the ground, his curse carrying on the wind like a whispered echo in the aftermath of destruction.

"Damn it! my life-saving artifact, a one-time use, now wasted."he muttered, his voice tinged with bitterness. Disheveled black hair framed his face, and almond-brown eyes burned with anger. He was cloaked in a black robe, a silver staff firmly gripped in his other hand. He was the second Silver core mage Orion had spotted in the tavern.

In a fit of frustration, he threw away the useless amulet on the ground, watching it as the already dim light within its crystal faded into nothingness. He cursed again, "Cursed reptile, I had been saving that amulet to venture deeper into the Death Forest. But now... damn it."

His gaze, filled with a potent mix of rage and discontent, rose skyward, locking onto the wyvern with an intensity that bordered on madness. For the creature's roars were not mere displays of anger, but manifestations of magic so wild and untamed that they stirred irrationality and fear in all who heard them, and orion was witnessing it's effects with his own eyes at the moment.

Dispelling the smoke had been a reckless and foolish move, staring directly at the Wyvern even more so. The consequences soon followed, as if sensing the hostile gaze from below, the monstrous creature descended towards the ground with thunderous fury. Its wings beat powerfully as it landed on its two muscular hind legs, causing the ground to tremble beneath its colossal impact.

Only when the creature was upon him did the mage truly realize, just how huge of a threat he was glaring at. The giant wyvern stood nearly thirty meters tall, a behemoth like a living mountain, it's immense wings outstretched making it appear even bigger. Its coppery scales glistened in the sunlight, while the black horns emerged from its temples, pointing upwards with omnious curve. Its reptilian eyes mirrored the mage's visage with an eerie, light-green sheen.

A mere glance at this colossal beast was enough to shatter the angry mages confidence. His rage instantly giving way to paralyzing terror. He dropped his staff in panic and turned to flee, forgetting even to muster his magic for a swifter escape.

Yet, the Wyvern's fiery breath was right behind him, and the merest touch of it was enough to reduce his entire being into smoldering ashes, scattering anf blending with the remains of others.

Even after shredding the mage, the Wyvern's wrath showed no sign of abating, and it unleashed its fury upon the city, creating havoc with its fiery breath in all its surroundings and the night sky erupted into a spectacle of chaos and destruction. With each beat of its massive wings, flames danced upon the horizon, casting an ominous glow that bathed the streets below in flickering light.

In frequent flashes of blinding light, the night sky was illuminated with the wrath of the wyvern, its fiery breath carving a path of devastation through the heart of the city. The roar of the inferno drowned out all other sound, a symphony of destruction that echoed for miles around.

The air crackled with the heat of infernos raging unchecked, the scent of smoke and ash mingling with the cries of panic and despair that echoed through the once-vibrant streets. Buildings crumbled beneath the relentless assault, their wooden frames consumed by the merciless flames that devoured everything in their path.

Desperate citizens scattered in all directions, searching for any semblance of safety. In culches of panic, Anything that offered even a faint promise of distance, from the colossal menace was sought after.

In mere minutes, what was once a thriving city orion had arrived at, had been reduced to a wasteland of debris and ash. The air became thick with choking smoke, and the acrid stench of burning flesh hung heavy. The anguished cries of the helpless citizens reverberated through the city, adding to the symphony of despair.

The city guards, usually protectors of order, found themselves powerless in the face of this behemoth. They could do little more than guide the citizens to what little safety remained. However, in the midst of such chaos, the saying held true: "A scared man saves no one but himself." The populace either couldn't hear their guidance over the echoes of destruction or simply couldn't find it within themselves to follow.

The dark cloud of desolation descended over Ellsmere, its contents reduced to a desolate landscape of ruin and ashes, and the Wyvern stood tall as the unchallenged sovereign of those ashes.