The Villain Holds Infinite Resources at the World's Fall

The party emerged from the dense woods, the towering trees giving way to a clearing dominated by a colossal, ancient structure. The Mijard Tower stood defiantly against time, its weathered stone walls veined with moss and tangled vines. Cracks split its once-pristine surface, and portions of the parapets had crumbled, leaving jagged edges that seemed to claw at the sky.

Around the base of the tower, nature had reclaimed much of the land. Ivy draped down like curtains, while stubborn saplings grew from fissures in the stone. Despite the decay, the tower exuded an aura of foreboding, a relic of forgotten knowledge and untold danger.

Viscount Wellian dismounted from his horse and gestured toward the looming structure. His voice carried a mix of respect and unease. "This… is the Mijard Tower. It was once a renowned research facility, a bastion of knowledge for scholars." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the decaying walls. "That was before the monsters came. The surrounding villages fell first, and then the tower itself was overrun. Since then, no one has dared reclaim it."

Grall's brow furrowed as he surveyed the tower. "Why hasn't the Area's Count sent forces to purge the monsters?"

"Wellian chuckled dryly, though it lacked humor. "Do you think nobles risk their men and resources for a cursed ruin? Even the rewards buried within don't outweigh the risk of annihilation."

Nyx, silent as always, stepped forward. His gaze lingered on the tower's gaping entrance, a maw leading into darkness. Around him, the faint chirping of birds was swallowed by an unnatural stillness. The very air seemed to hum with anticipation.

As the group advanced, Nyx's sharp senses picked up on something unusual. The ground beneath him dimmed, as though the sunlight had been abruptly smothered. His eyes darted downward to see a shadow—larger than anything nearby could have cast—shifting unnaturally.

'A moving shadow?' Nyx's mind raced. Without hesitation, he rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding a sudden, deafening crash as a massive claw slammed into the ground where he'd stood moments earlier.

The ground shook violently, sending dust and loose stones flying. The group turned toward the source of the attack, weapons drawn, as a monstrous roar echoed across the clearing.

A dark shape descended from the sky, its massive wings beating furiously. The creature landed with a thunderous impact, its reptilian form towering over the group. Its long, serpentine neck arched menacingly, and its maw parted to reveal rows of dagger-like teeth.

"A dragon?!" one knight shouted, his voice trembling.

Nyx's eyes narrowed. He activated Vital Sight, a faint shimmer appearing in his vision as he focused on the creature.

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NAME - BLUE FANG WYVERN

LEVEL : 26

STATUS - HEALTHY

DESCRIPTION : A formidable aerial predator mistaken for a dragon. Its smaller size and lack of magical breath distinguish it, though it is no less deadly.

VITAL INFO - Is within Adolescent Stage

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"It's not a dragon," Nyx corrected, his tone calm but cold. "It's a Wyvern. Still dangerous, but not as much as what could've been."

The Wyvern reared its head, hissing menacingly as its tail lashed out, striking the ground with enough force to crack the stone.

Viscount Wellian stepped forward, his voice sharp and commanding. "Stop!"

The Wyvern froze mid-motion, its amber eyes snapping toward the Viscount. It growled low, its claws digging into the earth as if weighing its options. After a tense moment, the creature lowered itself, its wings folding against its body as it adopted a more docile posture.

'So, this is the so-called dragon of the tale,' Nyx mused, his sharp gaze locked onto the creature before him.

It wasn't a dragon, but a wyvern—a distinction that mattered little to most, but everything to someone like Nyx. He studied its every movement, its wings flexing with latent power, its tail coiled like a whip ready to strike.

'Not a dragon, just a wyvern,' he confirmed to himself, his focus unwavering.

Behind him, the knights murmured among themselves. Though startled by the sudden appearance of such a massive beast, they weren't overwhelmed. As if they were used to unusual things during this trip, and to them, wyvern or dragon, it was all the same—a towering monster that could easily turn the tide of any battle.

"Is that…" one knight whispered, his grip tightening on his sword.

"It doesn't matter," another interrupted, smirking slightly. 

Their confidence stemmed not from ignorance, but from the unshakable presence of the man before them. Nyx stood firm, his calm demeanor an anchor in the face of the wyvern's menacing display.

'Good,' Nyx thought, catching the faint murmur of their voices. 'They're shaken, but not broken.'