There.

That was the last of them.

Michalis gestured for one of the wyvern knights accompanying him to return to camp. It would take more than three of them to see to the horses, wyverns, and other supplies the bandits had gathered.

He then guided his own wyvern to land and the other knight followed him. They could begin their grisly work without help.

Michalis frowned as he surveyed the scene. He would have been more lenient except that he'd seen the village they'd raided.

They could rue their actions from their graves for that offense.

Macedon deserved no less.