For a few seconds, the only sound that dared to exist within the meadow was the soft, crackling of the azure flames that lingered on the blackened grass. Not a single hint of the once mighty 'Apex predator' remained in the blackened region, even it's ashes were quick to billow away, as if their continued existence was an affront to the mighty Wyvern that had created them.
Soon, the silence was shattered to pieces as Omelette lifted his head high and let out an earth trembling roar, as if he was challenging the heavens to judge his actions. No such judgement came, however.
Lowering his gaze to the rest of the ambushing pack, he let out a huff of smoke from his nostrils in a clear statement that transcended species. A message of two simple words.
"Who's next?"
