Eris and Sera continued their arduous journey through the war-torn lands of the Wolfgang Empire, their spirits bolstered by the hope they had ignited in Eldermere.
However, as they approached the next city, an eerie silence fell over them. The once-vibrant town of Ashenvale lay in ruins, its buildings reduced to smoldering wreckage. The streets were littered with debris, and a palpable sense of despair hung in the air.
As they stepped cautiously into the devastated city, a low growl reverberated through the debris, causing both warriors to tense. From the shadows of a crumbled tower, a massive figure emerged—an imposing black-winged wyvern, its scales glistening ominously in the dim light. The creature's eyes glowed a fiery red, fixating on them as it unfurled its enormous wings, casting a dark shadow over the remnants of the city.
"This must be the beast that has been terrorizing the people," Eris said, her grip tightening around her sword.
