Hunting a Wyvern(5)

Custom Spell: Light Distortion!

Desmond's subordinates stood in a daze, their jaws dropping at the sight of the majestic flying lizards. As these magnificent creatures approached, an ethereal energy began to swirl around the bodies of the subordinates, enveloping them in a radiant glow that reflected their own shadows back onto themselves, illuminated by the sun's golden light.

"Stay still," Desmond cautioned, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Questions raced through their minds as they gulped down their saliva, their eyes fixed on the incoming group of flying lizards drawing closer with each passing moment.

"I need each and every one of you to scatter across the vast expanse of the Imperial Empire," Desmond instructed urgently. "Your mission is to gather information about a potion that can grant access to the realm of the esteemed 1st class mages. Once you find the recipe or stumble upon any clues, make haste and return immediately."