“How many?” I ask him. “Where are they making them?” “Do you mean hatching them?” “Making,” I repeat. “Don’t you remember the fables Dad used to read to us? They said wyvern are created by venin. They channel power into wyvern. I think that’s why riderless ones died when I killed their dark wielders. Their source of power was gone.”
They only learned about wyvern a few months ago? And didn’t know they were made.
