Chapter 357. Something? Changed? Rustle. The Wyvern shifted at a breeze brushing past in its sleep. ‘Cold.’ Instinctively burrowing into somewhere warm, it curled up. Soon, something warm covered its body. It smiled at the warmth—only for a moment. […….] The Wyvern blinked. Dazed eyes. A familiar scent brushed its nose. But something was covering its eyes, and it couldn’t...
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