“Sir Rocky! I told you this is NOT a good idea….” Erin screamed in panic, as he could feel his heart beat out of his chest.

“Move! Move! Move! Keep moving, there’s no guarantee how much damage these columns can take. This walkway might just collapse on our heads at this rate–” Rocky instructed, as he chopped off the head of a wyvern whose neck was stuck in the passageway and started to jog ahead, with the team following him closely.

For some odd reason, despite dozens of wyverns losing their life, more and more of them kept poking their heads into the passageway as if desperate to try and destroy the package in Buhara’s backpack, making them all easy prey for the Dragon’s above.

“Why are they doing this knowing full well that they will lose their lives?

Even when they face the threat of facing a dragon attack themselves, why do they still try to attack us?” Kronos asked, unable to figure out why the wyverns relentlessly attacked the team, and what exactly was the package that they were carrying for the wyverns to behave this way.

*Flames*

“DUCK!” Rocky screamed, falling flat on his belly, as Erin, Buhara and Kronos followed suit.

A massive Dragon’s Breath shot across the passage they were running in, as seemingly a black dragon was trying to deter a red dragon from eating a wyvern corpse that it was interested in.

*Sizzle*

Rocky felt searing pain over his back, as he suffered from first degree burns, with the rest of the team not faring much better.

Thankfully the Armor that he was wearing helped him from suffering more severe burn damage, however, not everyone was as lucky.

Kronos suffered from severe second burns, the robe over his back being burnt to a crisp, while Erin looked like he was nearly dead.

The backpack Buhara had on his back seemed to have saved him from suffering direct damage, however, with the straps of the backpack catching on fire, Buhara had no choice but to abandon the bag, and take out the package inside to be carried by hand.

*SCREECH*

The wyverns went insane once Buhara pulled out the package from the backpack after snuffing out the flames, as for some inexplicable reason, the wyverns in the vicinity all turned into savages after Buhara pulled out the package into the open.

*SCREECH*

The wyverns, which usually cowered or fled in the presence of the dragons, suddenly turned into wild beasts.

Their eyes glowing with a savage intensity as they lunged towards the nearest dragon, abandoning their usual prey of centipedes and hatchlings.

Six, ten, and then dozens of them swarmed a black dragon that had just been victorious in its hunt, as the black dragon roared in confusion and rage as the wyverns tore into its flesh with a madness that defied all reason.

*ROARRR*

The dragon, caught off guard, thrashed wildly, trying to shake off the relentless attackers, its massive claws slashing through the air, but the wyverns were undeterred. They clung to its wings, biting and clawing with a fury that bordered on suicidal.

*Splat*

Blood spattered on the rocky ground below as the once-dominant predator was overwhelmed by the sheer numbers and ferocity of its attackers, however, it wasn’t the only one.

Above, the scene was replicated again and again, as dragons that had circled the skies lazily moments before now found themselves besieged by swarms of wyverns, their shrieks filling the valley with an ear-splitting cacophony.

Within moments, the air in dragon valley turned thick with the scent of blood and the heat of dragon fire as the battle between wyverns and dragons escalated.

Dragons that had once ruled the skies were now locked in desperate combat, trying to fend off the relentless waves of wyverns that attacked with no regard for their own lives.

On the ground, Rocky and his team could only watch in horrified awe. The walkway they were on trembled with the force of the battle above, loose stones tumbling down as the sheer chaos of the fight threatened to bring the cliffs down around them.

“What in the name of the gods…?” Rocky gasped, his voice barely audible over the din of battle as Buhara, holding the package close, glanced back at the others, his usually calm face twisted in concern. “Buhara does not like this. Whatever is in this package… it is driving them mad.”

“Keep moving!” Rocky barked, urgency sharpening his tone. “We have to get out of here before they turn on us again!”

But even as he spoke, the air around them grew thick with the sense of impending doom. The wyverns’ numbers continued to swell, more of them abandoning their usual roles as scavengers and turning into feral predators, attacking not just the dragons but each other, biting and clawing in a blind rage that knew no bounds.

The valley, which had been a deadly yet predictable ecosystem, was now a scene of utter chaos with dragons roaring and breathing fire in every direction, their immense power turning the skies into a hellish inferno.

Yet, even their might was not enough to stop the wyverns, which seemed to multiply with every passing second, driven by a singular, inexplicable desire to reach the package.

Erin, barely able to keep pace with the others, looked back at the scene in terror.

“Sir Rocky, we need to—” he began, but before he could finish, a massive shadow fell over them.

A wounded dragon, with its wings torn and bleeding from the relentless wyvern assault, crashed down onto the path ahead, its body smashing into the rocky ground with earth-shattering force.

*CRASH*

The impact sent a shockwave through the valley, dislodging boulders and shaking the very foundations of the cliffs around them, as the dragon, still alive but barely, let out a final, pitiful roar before succumbing to its injuries.

Unfortunately, even in death, the Dragon found no peace as the wyverns descended upon its body like vultures, tearing into the flesh with an insatiable hunger that bordered on insanity.

“Run!” Rocky shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Now!”

With no time to spare, the team bolted, dodging the falling debris and the carnage around them. Every step was a struggle against the pandemonium that had consumed Dragon Valley, but there was no other choice. The package in Buhara’s hands had turned the valley into a war zone, and if they didn’t escape soon, they would be swallowed by it.

As they ran, the true scale of the chaos became apparent. The once orderly hierarchy of predator and prey had dissolved into pure anarchy, the wyverns attacking anything that moved, regardless of size or threat. Dragons, wyverns, centipedes—everything was caught in the storm of violence that had erupted, and in the midst of it all, Rocky’s team fought to survive.

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