A ferocious wyvern, with scales that shimmer like the surface of a frozen lake, its eyes glowing like the fiery embers of a volcano, soars through the sky with a group of elves clinging to its back. The wyvern’s eyes narrow as it spots a group of orcs approaching, their skin a mottled green, their axes dripping with the blood of their victims. The wyvern’s wings begin to beat a path through the clouds, its breath a stream of searing fire, as the elves nock their arrows and take aim, their bows glowing with an otherworldly light.
