With Myracis holding the Colossal Wyvern at bay, Vermithor and the others finished off all the remaining wyverns in less than an hour. A faint smile finally appeared on Danyla's face.
But just as Danyla continued riding Myracis, toying with the Colossal Wyvern and leading her around, a black shadow suddenly burst out of the dense fog and leaped onto the Colossal Wyvern's back.
"Azathos?!"
"FiiiirehhhGa~"
Azathos was now over thirty meters long. Sharp protrusions covered his pitch-black scales, and two pairs of bayonet-like fangs, one large and one small, jutted from the corners of his mouth.
His teeth were sharper and larger than those of any other Great Dragon. With barely any effort, he tore a huge chunk of flesh from the Colossal Wyvern's back.
Sharp, cross-shaped blade plates tipped Azathos's tail. With a sweep, he carved several enormous wounds into the giant wyvern's back, each deep enough to expose bone.
The Iris Inverted Cross Flash markings on his belly began to shine as well. A savage blast of white-inside, black-outside dragonfire shot straight at the Colossal Wyvern's head, and the smell of seared flesh immediately filled the air.
Though Azathos had been born with the comet's arrival, just like the Triplets' Great Dragons, he showed little affinity for the Targaryen bloodline.
Even Danyla, who had a powerful affinity with Great Dragons, could not tame him. Of course, he would not harm pure-blooded Targaryens either.
After spending several years living in the Dragonpits of Myr and Dragonstone, Azathos had begun frequently venturing out alone to hunt. His movements were unpredictable, and he had no fixed home. Even Danyla and the others had not seen him for a long time.
Danyla had never expected him to appear here, and his terrifying fighting prowess truly astonished her.
His Dragon Roar seemed