The swerving Bear�s gaze went toward his wings.

One of his wings was tilting.

The wing that was scratched by the wyvern�s claw. Those scratches started to become dyed black.

The mid-level administrator Bear subconsciously looked toward Choi Han when that happened. The sword master who was standing calmly and balanced started to speak.

�You can�t stick dead bones in front of a necromancer.�

Crack.

The metal connecting the different bones of the wings started to break.

�Huh, huh?�

There was a simple reason for it.

The bones that were connected by the black threads were starting to move on their own. Those sudden movements made the connecting joints made of metal break apart.

In the end, the bones became free from the rest of the wings.

Screech, clunk. Clunk.

Those bones followed the black threads and gathered together.

Click. Click.

The white bones started to gather on top of the black wyvern as if they were gears fitting together. The wyvern�s body started to grow in size.

�N, no!�

The corners of the Bear�s lips were shaking.

However, he could not stand still.

�M, my wings!�

The wings of the Bear that had the most wyvern scratches had suddenly lost about 50 percent of it�s bones. The Bear administrator�s subordinate�s body started to tilt.

Fall.

Only falling was left for those who had lost their wings.

They would fall directly into the dark blue fire.

The Bear administrator quickly started to move. He reached out his hand. He was trying to catch his subordinate before he fell into the dark blue fire. However, he could not approach the Bear. JrNovels.com