"I still ended up with way more than I expected," he admitted, his voice softening as he surveyed the sky. Tens of thousands of Wyverns were currently circling his grand fleet, their massive wings beating a steady, rhythmic thrum in the air.
They showed no signs of their former hostility. Though their bodies were riddled with wounds, Hye knew their resilience was legendary.
Given enough time, their bodies would knit back together. These were creatures born of the furnace; a few holes in their wings wouldn't keep them grounded for long.
"Close to fifty thousand of them. Not bad at all," Hye casually inspected his new assets. He had doubled his initial estimates for the haul. But even more significant than the living army was the silent treasure now stored in his inventory.
His biggest gains were the high-grade bones he had looted during the ten-hour slaughter. "A few more fights like this and I'll end up replenishing my entire reserve! This place is a gold mine."
