A Dragon?
Nox couldn't believe his eyes. He had to take a few steps closer just to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.
Zul'gor, attracted by his voice, also turned in that direction, his lone eye flashing with a strange light.
Meanwhile, Nox covered the short distance between him and the dragon. Or, to be more precise—the skeletal remains of what used to be a powerful dragon.
The colossal skeleton stretched over fifty meters in length, its ancient bones forming the remains of a once-mighty beast. It stood in a compromised position, its razor-sharp claws outstretched as if frozen in the act of snatching something from the air.
Apart from a few fractures along its ribcage, likely caused by the passage of time, the skeleton's white bones were surprisingly well-preserved.
Nox walked around the dragon, his sharp eyes gleaming with fascination.
Even in death, the skeletal remains exuded an overwhelming, almost suffocating presence.
He was drawn to it.
