Prolog: The griffin (part 1)

"HIYAAH!"

*SHING*

The blond-haired fourteen-year-old boy shouted, swinging his greatsword – the massive weapon which blade, shining with white light, alone was longer than his entire height – and as he was falling down to the ground he cut right through the wing of a large griffin.

"SKREEEEE!"

The beast cried out in pain and confusion as the attack came from above and the griffins were supposed to be the rulers of the skies and were always looking for prey down below and not for the danger coming from above.

That's why this beast had to pay for the lack of attention while it was diving towards a wounded black wolf with orange luster to its fur...

*WHAM*

The griffin slammed against the ground with so much power that it would be completely reasonable to assume that it either broke its neck or literally every other bone in its body.

"Whew...! That was incredible! Yo! Mary, did you see that?! Am I good or what?"