Leone opened the pouch and saw it filled to the brim with bones. Some were big, some were small. And their shapes had no uniformity.
He had no idea what kind of animal bones they were, but he decided to temporarily brush the question aside. He then took a handful of the bones and tossed it in front of him, eager to see what Sir Gundar would make of it.
But as the bones landed on the ground and bounced once, time seemed to come to a complete standstill.
Leone found himself staring at what seemed to be the Grimjaw Mountain. Upon closer look, it seemed to be a battle. The barracks were on fire, and several warriors of the Alborin and the Riverfang Tribe were lying on the ground, their bodies covered in blood.
Their mounts lay by their side dead, making Leone feel dread.
It was then that he realized what was happening. He hurried to the entrance of the cave in the mountain.
