Ellure of unknown

Realizing who the hidden onlookers were just a city gaurds, Orion turned back to the wyvern's lifeless figure and swiftly withdrew his sword from the creature's skull. He coughed a few times, then wiped away the stream of blood trickling from his mask, using the sleeves of his shirt to erase the only traces of blood that were truly his. The rest was proof of his enemy's demise.

Storing his sword in his dimensional ring, Orion prepared to leave, intent on vanishing before the royal squad arrived. Yet, in the fraction of a heartbeat, a chilling intuition seized him. His pupils dilated, warning him of an imminent, unseen threat. In an instinctive dance with danger, he leaned backward just in time to see a colossal, razor-sharp claw glide menacingly past his eyes.

"Another beast," Orion mused in surprise, his thoughts racing even as he sprang backward to widen the gap between him and the unknown adversary. "How did it trespass my mana senses?" The question echoed in his mind.

But fate seemed to conspire against him. As if this new foe possessed an eerie knowledge of his next move, a massive scaly tail came crashing toward him. Wielded with the force of a god of destruction, it slammed into his chest with tremendous power. The impact sent Orion hurtling into the sky, tumbling helplessly through the air like a cannonball. Before his vision blurred from the impact, he caught a fleeting glimpse of his assailant, and his mind couldn't help but reel in confusion and disbelief.

It wasn't a second foe, nor another beast. It was the same wyvern he had vanquished just moments ago.

The wyvern wasn't dead.

The reality of his situation hit him like a second blow. As he tumbled through the air, he fought to regain control, his mind racing to understand. How had the wyvern survived his fatal strike? The question rised in his mind.

Far from the scorched battlefield where he had faced the wyvern, Orion finally tumbled to the ground under the relentless force of gravity, his body battered and bleeding from the last encounter with the supposedly deceased beast.

As he landed, his muscles ached, and despite his efforts to lessen the impact with wind magic, the internal injuries were severe. Blood seeped from his wounds, but he refused to succumb to the pain. The sight he had just witnessed defied all logic and reason. This was a creature beyond his wildest imagination, a monster free from the rules of nature.

Orion's mind raced as he tried to piece together the mystery. Suddenly, he remembered the whispers he had overheard in the tavern, the rumors the bearded man's companion was about to share before being cut off.

"He was talking about undead," Orion murmured to himself. "That explains why it wasn't exhausted even after using so much magic."

The realization hit him like a cold wave. The wyvern wasn't just a mana beast; it was something far more sinister. It was undead, a creature that defied natural law and thrived on dark magic. This revelation made the situation even more bizarre and dangerous.

This was getting more and more bizarre by the moment and Orion knew, he wasn't obligated to pick a fight with that vile thing again. He could leave this terrible battle behind, retreat to safety, and let the royal squad deal with the undead wyvern.

But the allure of the dimensional gates he had felt paled in comparison to the mystry that now lay before him. It was something that shouldn't be possible, something that shouldn't exist. His curiosity burned brighter than his wounds. "The undead, huh?" Orion mused, a fierce determination igniting in his eyes, driving him to unravel the mystery behind such a phenomenon.

On otherside, In just blink of an eye, the wyvern reappeared in the sky, descending upon the rescue camp like an avenging angel of death. The guards stationed at the lakeside could only gaze in horror. With no one in its way, the monstrous beast bore down upon them, a harbinger of doom.

It was no longer a mere creature; it was a living cataclysm, a manifestation of pure terror. The wyvern's fiery breath rained down upon the hapless crowd, incinerating all in its path. The acrid stench of burning flesh and singed hair filled the air. The earth quaked beneath its powerful claws, carving deep scars into the once-pristine landscape.

The guards, paralyzed by fear, watched as the inferno engulfed their comrades. Their cries of anguish were drowned out by the roar of the beast. In this hellish tableau, hope seemed but a distant memory, overshadowed by the overwhelming power of the undead wyvern.

The wyvern's attack was relentless, its fiery breath and sweeping claws creating a scene of utter devastation. The once orderly rescue camp was now a chaotic inferno, tents and supplies reduced to ashes in moments. The wyvern's malevolent presence seemed to drain the very life from the air, casting a pall of despair over the remaining defenders.

Amidst the chaos, the guards struggled to rally themselves, but the sheer force of the wyvern's assault left them shattered. It was not just a battle for survival; it was a struggle against the embodiment of their deepest fears. The wyvern, with its undead resilience, seemed invincible, a nightmare made flesh.

As the beast continued its rampage, Orion watched from a distance, his mind racing to grasp the magnitude of the threat. The wyvern's return, its undying nature, defied all he knew. This was no ordinary foe that he could hastily confront. Even as it wreaked havoc and lives were lost, he needed to observe and formulate a strategy.

Despite his injuries, Orion's resolve hardened. He sat on the ground in a lotus position, gathering mana through meditation. The earlier battle had left him nearly drained, and he needed atleast a minute to regain enough strength if he wants any chances of victory. The air around him crackled with energy as he concentrated, and surrounding mana slowly flow toward him.

In that moment of focus, he steeled himself for the fight ahead. Armed with the knowledge of the wyvern's undead nature, he prepared to face it once more. This time, to end it for good.