The wyvern watched the cat fall asleep adoringly, not knowing it was meditating.

It looked at the cat's tiny chest as it moves on regular intervals. The weak warm breaths of the little mammal released tiny clouds of steam dancing quite actively before fading away.

The wyvern kept staring as time went limp on it, the snowfall stopped, the clouds tiptoed in respect of its sleeping guest and the world was peaceful or at least, the wyvern thought it was.

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A sudden jet of air snapped the Silver Prince of the Forest as it woke up its pet. A great ominous shadow was cashed down on the wyvern as it slowly turned around in fear of what has arrived. It was it's father...

The White King glared at both of them before giving a snarl at his child, voicing out his complaint.

His child on the other hand, was determined to fight for what it believed in so it stood up in rebellion for what is right.

Yes. Cuteness is justice... That is the law of the world of something attempts to rebuke it, they would be bastards deserving a hundred deaths.

It was inevitable for this father and child to fight as heaven willed it.