A wave of power exploded outward—pure pressure, not fire, not lightning. Just raw force and fury from the Dragon King himself. Wyverns screamed as they were thrown back. Some spiraled out of control. Others flapped wildly, trying to regain balance. Several simply vanished in the blast, ripped apart by sound and magic.
But still, more came.
Weaker than the first wave, slower—but they were surrounding him now, coming from every side, as if to smother a flame with sheer numbers.
Ingi narrowed his eyes.
"Fine. You really want to try that bad?"
His scales shimmered brighter. Gold and black power ran through the ancient lines etched across his body. As a second wave lunged, he moved—not as a beast, but like a warrior.
He grabbed one by the horn and swung it around, smashing three more with the body. A tail lashed at him—he caught it with one claw and yanked the creature forward into his waiting maw.
