- PoV: Quinlan -
The wind howled around me as I tore through the skies with a hundred aerial units hot on my trail.
Wyverns and avian warbeasts screeched and roared behind me while their riders screamed in fury.
On the bright side, these wyverns were still juveniles, meaning they were more muscle and instinct than intellect. When wyverns matured, they gained something truly dangerous: intelligence. Adult wyverns could communicate telepathically, making them hard to deceive and vastly more tactical in battle.
These ones were nothing but crude beasts, tamed only because they hadn't yet grown too powerful to be controlled. They'd likely never get the chance to, either. Their fate was to be cut down before they became liabilities, their bodies harvested for meat, hide, and bone.
I spun midair to dodge as another volley of spears whistled past me, narrowly missing.
"You run like a craven, coward!" a lionkin bellowed with pure anger.
