"Spread out" the deep voice of the one assigned commander scaled through the air, the breeze softening the command but not dampening it.

The forest trembled beneath the weight of wings.

Shadows slid across, blotting out the stars, fifty hunters of nightmare, bound by blood-oath and gold glided effortlessly.

The Wyverns came first. Twenty-five scaled reapers, their sinewed bodies gleaming like wet iron beneath the moon. Their wings were vast, membranous sails, beating against the ...