Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 131

**The Third Signature by Mark Twain**
**Chapter 131: Savage**

With a resounding crash, the wing of the colossal beast slammed into the earth, sending a shockwave through the ground.

Finished.

Leiya’s piercing shriek echoed through the air as she leaped onto Zolensky, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck in a desperate embrace. “Help! She’s so savage, it’s terrifying!” Her voice trembled, a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

In an instant, someone collided with Zolensky, and he reflexively caught Leiya, momentarily stunned by her sudden weight. But just as quickly, he flung her off, a look of incredulity crossing his face as he slapped his own cheek in disbelief. “I take back everything I said about Commander Vaelor’s gaze on her… Someone that ferocious is nothing compared to our sweet, adorable Mrs. Vaelor, wouldn’t you agree?” His voice dripped with humility, a stark contrast to the chaos around them.

That girl was essentially a walking weapon, a force of nature that rivaled even Commander Vaelor himself.

She was simply too terrifying. It was wiser to keep a safe distance from her.

Leiya, shaken and disoriented, crawled back toward his squad, shivering as he recounted the encounter. “The way she fights… I swear, that knife of hers is going to take my arm off any moment now.” His voice was laced with dread.

Bane, ever the provocateur, lifted his boot and gave Leiya a swift kick in the rear. “Look at you, coward! Your head wouldn’t even survive a single cut. Pathetic!” His laughter rang out, echoing in the tense atmosphere.

Leiya was left speechless, overwhelmed by the weight of Bane’s words.

Was he really a coward?

No, he refused to accept that label.

It was just that, despite their numbers—over thirty of them—they had been unable to bring down that winged serpent. It had taken Agares stepping in to turn the tide, and then this savage warrior had appeared, alongside that green vine that seemed to possess a life of its own.

Two strikes!

In a mere two strikes, she had severed both wings from the beast.

She was the very embodiment of savagery!

There was no other term that could adequately capture her ferocity!

With its wings now gone, the once-mighty winged serpent lost its ability to soar through the skies.

It plummeted downwards, crashing to the ground along with its severed wings and a cascade of its own blood.

Sylvara, in a breathtaking display of agility, dropped alongside it, gripping the green vine tightly. In one fluid motion, she flipped from the serpent’s back to beneath its belly.

Her hand, steady and determined, plunged the blade straight into the creature’s most vulnerable spot.

“Hisssss!”

The winged serpent’s mouth opened wide, releasing a soul-piercing screech of agony.

Its long, sinuous tail thrashed violently, blood splattering across the ground in a gruesome display.

Using the green vine to steady herself, Sylvara drove the blade deeper, tearing open the creature from that weak point with relentless determination.

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