The vaemani stone on his wrist bracelet pulsed with emerald light, visible even from a distance. The wyvern landed with surprising grace before the Godeylet forces, its talons digging into the soft earth of the meadow.
But it wasn't just the wyvern that commanded attention.
Behind the Count's army, emerging from the direction of the castle and the mysterious pit, came a horde that defied description—beasts of every nightmarish variety.
Giant wolves with eyes of amber and fur matted with what appeared to be moss and vines.
Bear-like creatures twice the size of normal bears, with multiple sets of limbs and antlers sprouting from their massive shoulders.
Serpents that slithered through the grass, leaving trails of strange luminescence.
Winged creatures that resembled a cross between bats and panthers circled overhead.
All moved with an unnatural synchronicity, their eyes occasionally flashing the same emerald hue as the stone on Hamen's wrist.
