The wind howled across the endless plain of red bones, carrying with it the dry, metallic scent of ancient decay.
The sky above was a deep, oppressive crimson, its clouds hanging low and heavy, as if they were about to descend and swallow the land whole.
The bones stretched in every direction, their surfaces cracked and weathered, stained red by centuries of blood and time.
Sounds of bones breaking, crashing, and growls of creatures echoed in the air.
A skeleton lunged at Cael.
Its bony claws were aimed at Cael's throat, its red eyes burning with hollow hunger. He sidestepped, wind curling around his feet, and let the creature stumble past him.
A flick of his wrist sent a blade of air slicing through its spine. The skeleton crumbled into a heap of dry bones, the fragments scattering across the ground.
But more were already closing in.
