The Seven Desolations of the Underworld

A gust of wind swept through the sky, scattering the thick clouds.

The enormous Wyvern's black scales gleamed under the sunlight as its massive leathery wings, each one as long as a bus, flapped on both sides with enough force to disturb the flow of the air.

Its deep yellow eyes remained fixed on one point as low growls escaped between its rows of sharp teeth, as if something had gotten on its nerves.

"You realized it as well?" Hecate, standing on its broad head, muttered with a deep frown.

What they were currently looking at was the sky where the huge rift to the Underworld had opened yesterday.

Normally, the entrance was the boiling mana pool inside the mountain beneath them, but when the seal was broken, the entrance itself was disrupted, causing a tear to appear in the sky.