Bloody Odyssey-Chapter 39: Wyvren Squad

Chapter 38

The next day, Dax stood in the open training yard outside the Wyvren’s court. The morning sun beat down on the cracked stone ground, warming the air but not enough to chase away the tension. Four members of Wyvren’s squad waited in front of him, lined up in a rough row.

They stood stiff, eyes fixed ahead, clearly unsure what to expect from their new captain. Dax’s hand rested lightly on the hilt of his blade—casual, almost relaxed, but everyone there knew better than to mistake it for carelessness.

"State your name and your realm," Dax said. His eyes moved over them one by one, cold and precise, reading their cores, their posture, the way their energy sat in their bodies.

His gaze stopped and narrowed on the one standing slightly apart from the rest.

"Zain."

"Yes, Captain." Zain answered immediately. His form stayed rock steady, power humming beneath his skin in a way that felt unnatural even to the others. He didn’t flinch, didn’t shift his weight.

Dax’s expression stayed blank, but his voice dropped lower.

"I believe I told you I wanted all members of the squad here... so what is this? Where are your wyvrens?"

The air changed in an instant.

Killing intent burst from Dax’s core like a sudden storm—controlled, sharp, unrelenting. It pressed down on the squad with clear purpose, heavy enough to make breathing difficult.

Instantly the three others dropped to their knees. Faces went pale, bodies trembled under the weight. Sweat appeared on their foreheads almost immediately.

Zain was different.

Silver armor wrapped around him in a flash—plates forming from thin air, strange glowing patterns crawling across every surface like living veins. From his back, silver blade-like tentacles uncoiled and swung out, but they stayed docile. They coiled protectively around him like living shields, ready but not aggressive.

Dax smiled for the first time—small, sharp, and genuinely approving.

"Come stand beside me, Zain."

"Lord Zain..." A frail-looking young man with half-silver, half-black hair forced his head up from his knees. His eyes stayed locked on Zain’s back the entire time Zain walked forward—wide, filled with awe mixed with something close to jealousy.

Zain reached Dax’s side without saying a word. He leaned in slightly and held out a runed orb in his palm.

"Captain. Each member possesses this—beast pouch." Zain rolled the orb between his fingers, letting the runes catch the sunlight.

"May I?" Dax stretched out his hand.

Zain placed it in his palm without hesitation.

Dax’s gaze sank deep into the pouch. Inside the sealed spatial space he saw a massive fire wyvren curled tight—scales dark crimson, glowing faintly with dormant heat. Its chest rose and fell in slow, deep breaths, locked in hibernation.

"A fire type. It seems to be in a state of hibernation." Dax’s eyes narrowed as he pulled his focus back to the squad.

"Release your wyvrens."

The dominating aura vanished in an instant, lifting like a hand removed from their throats.

The three kneeling members stood shakily, legs unsteady. They each pulled out their own orbs and poured energy into them without delay.

Flashes of light burst across the yard as wyvrens of different sizes materialized.

One was bone-white and skeletal, jagged edges sharp and cold, bones clicking faintly as it shifted.

One was sleek and thin, almost translucent, wind swirling around its narrow body in constant motion.

One was grey-scaled, smooth and flowing, water-like ripples moving across its hide with every breath.

"Lovely," Dax murmured, voice low but satisfied.

"Now introduce yourselves," he ordered.

The first to speak was the boy with the dual-coloured hair—half silver, half black.

"Sir, I am Anastas Fall, from one of the fallen clan branches. I’m a rank 6 sorcerer. I hail from the school of darkness and added necromancy. This is my companion—a peak rank 6 bone dragon."

He declared it with clear pride, chest puffed out slightly, chin raised high.

"I am in your care."

"Good."

Dax walked straight toward the bone dragon and stretched his hand out, palm open.

"Please, Captain, be careful," Anastas said quickly. "These creatures are not affectionate to those who are not their master."

Dax ignored the warning completely. He rubbed his hand gently against the rigid bone surface. The dragon’s bones crackled softly—almost like a low, pleased rumble. It tilted its skull slightly, leaning into the touch.

"How...?" Anastas stared, mouth open in shock. He quickly closed it, trying not to lose face in front of the others.

"Very interesting," Dax said quietly, pulling his hand back.

Next, a gorgeous woman in light battle attire stepped forward.

"C-Captain, I’m Mimi Rain. I’m a rank 6 battle mage from the school of air." Her voice was soft and melodious, carrying easily across the yard. "I’m in your care."

Then another woman moved up—makeup flawless, jewellery glinting in the sun, beautiful robe hugging her defined curves. She carried herself with open confidence and attraction.

"I’m Hana Osborn. I carry my father’s name, but I’ve been here all my life. I’m a Godfall. I’m a rank 7 witch possessing the four-element body. I don’t belong to any school." She placed a hand on the grey-scaled wyvren beside her. "This girl is a water type."

She winked at Dax, voice turning low and seductive.

"I’m in your care."

Dax smiled faintly.

"Wonderful."

He raised his hand in a smooth motion and summoned two wyvrens and Nadia from his lab. Two wyvrens appeared first—one dark and thunderous, the other massive sleek and shadowed.

Then Nadia stepped out—her presence bright, eyes glowing faintly with absorbed light, skin flawless and radiating vitality.

Hana’s eyes narrowed sharply. Anastas noticed it too, his brow furrowing.

"Spirit world? No... it can’t be..."

Dax casually dropped two transparent orbs to the ground. They rolled once and stopped.

"I don’t get it," Anastas muttered under his breath. "He used the beast pouch... how did he call out a human?"

"This is my partner, Clair," Nadia said, turning to face the squad. Her eyes glowed with quiet power, beauty radiating from her renewed form—skin smooth, posture strong, mana visibly humming around her.

Drool slipped from Anastas’s lips without him noticing.

"Damn!"

He quickly wiped his mouth and dusted himself off. Then he stepped forward with forced confidence.

"My lady, I, Anastas, vice-captain of this squad, welcome you."

Nadia ignored him completely. She tilted her face toward the sun, basking in the direct rays. Her mana surged slowly—visible ripples in the air around her as she drew strength from the light, growing stronger right in front of them.

She turned her gaze to Dax and walked past Anastas without a single glance.

"Thank you, Dax."

She smiled—warm, genuine, her beauty clear and undeniable in the morning light.

Dax turned to Cain—his largest wyvren, dark scales gleaming under the sun. Instantly the massive beast lowered itself flat to the ground, wings dropping like a natural step stool, head bowed low in submission.

Nadia blinked in surprise.

"Strange." Even she found it odd. "Dax, why are they this docile?" She pointed at Cain, brow raised.

But Dax simply smiled—knowing, quiet, saying nothing.

With gentle steps he climbed onto Cain’s broad back. Then he reached down, stretching his hand out for Nadia.

She took it without hesitation and climbed up behind him, settling in place.

In that short moment—as Nadia adjusted her position—Cain retracted his wings slightly. A low rumble came from deep in his chest. Pride flickered in the motion—subtle, but unmistakable.

Nadia paused, feeling the shift in the wyvren’s attitude.

"I was deeply wrong," she murmured, voice low so only Dax could hear. "Its pride is still there. The dragon is not the problem... it’s his master."

Dax didn’t answer. He kept his eyes forward, hand resting on Cain’s scales. The squad below watched in silence, the weight of what they had just seen settling over them.