The Bones Beneath the Mist
"I reached what looked to be the center of the forest. You wouldn't believe what I saw there."
Heavy silence came before his words, not planned - just how remembering felt. Golden eyes stayed on Isabella, fixed, reading what she might show. The sound of his voice dipped, pulled down by something old.
She didn't disappoint.
Did the dungeon do it? she said right away, shifting slightly ahead, curiosity now where annoyance had been.
Not a single word came out as Victor moved his head side to side.
"No," he said calmly. "There was no dungeon in the forest. It was actually something even more incredible." He paused, letting the words settle before finishing, "I saw the bones of a Dragon… and based on the structure and the mana residue that formed the forest mist, it was a water Dragon - and a very powerful one at that."
The room stilled.
For a heartbeat—
Nothing moved.
