Without a word, Sulnu dashed forward and sent out another Death Wave towards the remaining Firebirds. Most of them were hit by the deadly wave of Death Essence, but some were lucky enough to react and ascend. However, they did not fly far when their bodies erupted in black flames as a black blur sped through their midst. The unlucky ones who were hit by the Death Wave fell to the ground below where they were met with a dark blob. The blob suddenly expanded and a suction force pulled their weak bodies towards the blob. This was a special skill of Agaricus called Devour. It allowed the young polyp to absorb everything and anything like a black hole. In just a matter of seconds, the remaining 42 Firebirds met their end.

Silence echoed the mountains. The Wyverns, having heard the commotion of the fight, cautiously peeked from the ravine they were trapped in. They looked with horror at the gore staining the mountains and confusion at how there were no corpses in sight. A brave Wyvern flew out of the ravine and landed a few meters away from me. The Wyvern looked at me curiously before turning its gaze on my companions. When it saw Blackie, it yelped in surprise and hopped back.

"Relax. He...We are not your enemies." I replied in the Language of the Dragons.

"I recognize you. You are the Mask Maker. Why have you come?" The Wyvern stated after swallowing his fear.

"I was requested by Sulnu to aid the Wyvern Clan in the war. I have completed the task."

"Sulnu? You know my daughter?! Where is she? Is she okay?" The Wyvern asked breathlessly.

"You are Krosgund son of Erzegac?"

"I am. Please tell me, what of my daughter?"

"I'm sorry. Your daughter has died like a warrior." I replied as I stole a glance at Sulnu who was standing behind me, impassively.

"T-That!" Krosgund stammered as tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away before gazing towards me, "She was indeed a good warrior. I am proud of her."

"Well. I have completed this task. I heard the Wyvern Lord was killed in battle. Who will be the one to take his place?"

"That will be me. I am the nephew of the Wyvern Lord." Krosgund replied after sighing once more.

"Well then, Wyvern Lord...if you need anything. You know where to find me."

"Yes. Thank you for your help. Though this battle is over, the war with the Firebirds is not. Once we regroup, we will strike at the Firebirds at their main base. As we have lost many of our finest warriors, we are a bit shorthanded. I was wondering if we could request aid from the adventurers?

"Um...I know I will help out as there is some hate between my friend and the Patriarch of the Firebirds. As for my fellow adventurers...I'll need to discuss it with the guildmaster. If I receive a confirmation, how will I contact you?"

Krosgund pondered for a bit before plucking off a scale from his body. He gave the scale to me and said, "I am giving you permission to use my scale, dipped with my essence, to make a mask. I'm sure with your capabilities, you will be able to make a mask that can communicate with me."

"You're right." I chuckled as I received the scale and stored it in my bag. "Well, take care. I'll be going."

"Thank you savior for helping us." Krosgund bowed as I climbed on Blackie and flew away with Sulnu and Agaricus close behind.