The air around the cave suddenly became very cold, and a shadow passed over Galieth. A swirling black cloud crept across the floor and toward the wyvern. "I'll take that..." It hissed, red eyes dimly glowing in the cloud. An arm reached out of the cloud and placed a hand on the claw and pulled it out. It had duplicated the claw, so one was still stuck in the wyvern's chest. The hand reattached the claw to another hand, and the cloud faded away.