But deep down, Roderik did not want to believe it. A single human fighting against a powerful wyvern? Sure, it was possible, but such a feat was typically reserved for well-known adventurers. Damian did not seem the type.
"Why are you spouting all this nonsense? You cannot win against a wyvern, and you cannot win against us! You will die here, and your lady too. All of your belongings will be ours!" Roderik said, cruelty evident in his eyes.
Damian ignored him, turning his head to look at Morgana, who stood beside him. "Do you want me to deal with them alone, or will you assist?"
Morgana placed her hand on her cheek, considering. "Well, I wanted to practice my blood magic, but I still need to master my first attacking spell. You can handle them alone. We could use some of their bodies to practice your necromancy spells."
"Agreed," Damian replied. "Perhaps I can resurrect one of them as a mindless zombie. They are weak, so I might succeed."