A sinking feeling settled in Velren's gut. That roar. That shadow. There was no doubt now—whatever was up there was the culprit of the damn avalanche.
"Fuck, that doesn't sound good," he muttered under his breath.
Without wasting a second, he broke into a sprint. His legs burned with the lingering strain from earlier, but he pushed through, his focus was locked onto the rapidly moving carriage ahead. The sound of hooves pounding against the dirt, the creaking of the wheels, and Nico's urgent shouts blended into the chaos of the moment.
He lunged, gripping the wooden frame of the carriage's side, hoisting himself up with a swift motion before securing a hold. Still hanging onto the side, Velren tilted his head upward, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the skies.
And then—it came into view.
Perched atop a jagged peak overlooking the pass, a wyvern stood in ominous silence.
