Raiden,Saphira

Two massive wyverns stalked silently through the broken undergrowth, their wings folded tight against their scaled bodies as their claws sank into the damp earth. The air carried the sharp, metallic scent of blood, guiding them ever forward. Ahead, the faint shuffle of a wounded man echoed through the trees—each step labored, each breath ragged. The human’s trail was clear, smeared across bark and stone, leading the wyverns closer with every heartbeat. Their reptilian eyes gleamed, not with hunger, but with grim purpose, as though fate itself had drawn them to the fragile figure who clung desperately to life.