As soon as they reached the top of the volcano, the insects swarmed them. The blazing moths launched their attack, their bodies glowing red, radiating heat and fire. Within seconds, Wyver and Freya were encircled—trapped in what looked like a living tornado of flames.
Wyver wasted no time. Summoning his dominion of ice, he created a barrier against the relentless assault. Freya shivered, clutching onto the drake's massive spikes, realizing just how ill-suited her abilities were for battle. For a fleeting moment, she questioned why she had agreed to ride into combat with a creature born for war.
The ice-wielding beast unleashed his devastating skills—Blizzard Cloak and Subzero Dive—tearing through the fiery swarm. At least a hundred moths fell in an instant, their bodies frozen mid-flight, dropping like embers extinguished too soon.
