I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

"Well, if you insist," said Diana, her voice tinged with relief.

Ian's gaze, which had been sweeping the rear flank, narrowed slightly just after that.

"Didn't you say wyverns?"

Beyond the billowing smoke, there was only one winged silhouette gliding along.

Diana, who turned to look in the same direction, let out a low scoff. "So it's still got some sense of self. I've heard that wyverns split into two groups when they hunt. One distracts while the other strikes from behind. Which means if there's one over there—"

"Don't turn around." Ian cut her off.

Diana, who was just about to turn her head, froze mid-motion. Soon, her eyes, looking at Ian's profile, curved slightly.

"Right. Pretending not to notice makes it close in faster."

"Exactly. Help me out. Let's finish this in one go."

Diana's eyes chilled as she smoothly changed daggers.

Seren, lifting the flail slightly, asked, "Is there nothing I can do to help?"

Without even turning his head, Ian replied. "Not really."