Velren tightened his grip on the wooden frame of the carriage, his mind racing through the possibilities. The wyvern was relentless, and unlike a dragon, it couldn't rely on elemental breath to attack from afar. That meant it had no choice but to get close.
Close enough to kill.
That was its weakness.
Velren exhaled sharply, glancing at the barrels of black powder. There was only one way to make this work, and it wasn't going to be pretty.
He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, Harven's words surfacing in his mind."No weapon is equal to a person's life."
His jaw tightened. "Tch… Sorry, old man."
There was no other way.
