The battlefield had fallen silent.
In the courtyard, the large pile of wyvern corpses now lay in neat rows—stacked exactly as Javier ordered.
Dozens of dwarven butchers, hunters, and workers rushed in, sleeves rolled up, knives and tools in hand. With practiced skill, they began skinning the wyverns, slicing off the tough hide, and carving out thick, high-quality cuts of meat.
Wyvern meat was famous.
Tender. Rich.
And now… they had more than they'd ever dreamed of.
Laughter broke out.
Cheers rose among them.
Some dwarves shouted blessings to the skies, others slapped each other on the back as they worked their way through the haul.
Standing nearby, arms crossed, Javier simply watched.
He said nothing at first—just letting them enjoy their moment.
Then, calmly, he spoke.
"Make sure some of the meat is smoked. Properly."
A few dwarves nodded quickly.
Javier continued.
"Also—send portions to the nearby villages. Everyone should get a share."
