On the far side, the bridge vanished into an eerie, swirling mist—dense, unnatural, and impenetrable. It cloaked everything beyond in an ominous veil, concealing whatever secrets or horrors lay ahead.
Yet even as they stood at the edge, others in the distance were already fantasizing—believing that beyond the mist lay riches unimaginable, treasures capable of rewriting their fate.
But when Drakion beheld what loomed before him within that mist—his heart froze.
A flicker of raw, dreadful emotion passed through his eyes.
He was shocked… and devastated—utterly—by what he saw. To the extent that his heart felt as though it were weeping blood.
Skeletons and remains of golden dragon bones lay scattered all around. They couldn't see the end of them from where they stood. The ground itself was soaked in the blood of dragons—dyed in golden red, casting a haunting, eerie glow over the entire scene.
ROAR!!
