Erend's punch sent molten fragments scattering through the air, and for a heartbeat, he thought the wyvern would stay down. But then it twitched again. Its half-destroyed head began reforming through writhing veins of glowing magma or some kind of sludge materials in orange red.
He grimaced. "Damn it… they're more durable than I thought."
"They're stronger than they should be! These aren't normal monsters!" Aesa's voice broke through the roar of battle.
Erend clenched his jaw. She was right. These monsters weren't like the usual corrupted beasts or summoned shades.. They fought with ferocity and resilience more than the creatures he'd faced before.
He could feel the raw and unnatural power radiating from each one of them.
"If this is the first wave, he thought, then what will come next?"
