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ear-piercing cry.

One down.
The venin reaches the road, and the wyvern skids to a landing on the dirt

path so she can mount.

“Now!” I shout.
Tairn breathes in deep and exhales pure fire as the wyvern takes off,

sending the outbuilding up in a blaze that ignites whatever is within. Heat

rushes my face, singeing my cheek as the building explodes, engulfing
everything around it.

The firestorm nearly catches us, but Tairn banks left, narrowly missing

the blast.
I shout, throwing up my fist as we circle back, the wind easing the sting

in my cheek. We have one wyvern down, a good share of the townspeople
evacuated, and there’s no way anything survived that blast.

Tairn dips his right wing low and we turn sharply, getting set up to make

another run through town. I glance to the right and gasp. Not only did that
blast not kill the wyvern, but its rider is alive and well, too, flying toward—

Shit. Shit. Shit.
There are more wyvern than dragons exiting the valley to the south, and

I’m trying hard not to panic when blazing-hot blue fire streams past us. I

pivot in the saddle and see a wyvern on our tail, approaching frighteningly
fast as we circle the post walls.

“Any idea how to kill that many wyvern?” I ask Tairn, panic sitting on

my chest like an anchor that threatens to pull me under into the chaos of my
thoughts.

There are at least six wyvern, from what I can see, all with terrifying

wingspans and sharp teeth, and they’re heading straight for us.
“The same methods that can kill us,” Tairn says, leading the wyvern

away from the post’s center, where Garrick and Bodhi are both on foot,
chasing down the venin from the clock tower, daggers in hand.