The caged wyverns thrashed and growled as the soldiers secured them. Their wings scraped against the metal bars, and their sharp claws dug into the earth as they snarled in defiance. Hot breath escaped their jaws, and their eyes burned with wild hostility.
The moment Ethan looked at them, everything changed.
His gaze was calm but heavy, like an unseen weight pressing down. The wyverns froze. Their growls weakened into low whimpers, and one by one they lowered their heads, retreating to the corners of the cages. Even their tails stopped lashing, as if instinct itself warned them not to provoke him.
Baron Fenwick watched the scene in stunned silence.
"This is the first time I am looking at these marvelous beasts up close," he said slowly.
"Indeed," one of the knights murmured. "They are just as marvelous as the tales say."
