"Hah.." Scott lets out a shaky breath as he stares at the b****y scene.
Bodies of lizardmen littered the ground. An open plains of green grass was now dyed red. A creature similar to a dragon hovered in the air, slowly flapping its wings.
Scott doesn't know if he's terrified or not. He can't think of a single word.
There are a few survivors hiding in a nearby forest. Scott notices them but he can't help but stare at the wyvern.
The man was right about it. It's a beast. It has beady black eyes and its face is like a dog and a beetle mixed together, an odd but accurate mix. The color of its skin is an obnoxious shade of grey. There's a long, skinny tail coming from its back, with a sharp black scorpion like point on the end. To top that off, it's huge. It might be the size of the bas
