The wind blew with an eerie stillness as Igaris stepped off the Skeletal Bridge, each of his footfalls echoing against bone and stone.
The graveyard spanned ahead like a battlefield carved by gods. It was desolate, yet brimming with dormant fury.
The hill-like mounds before him were massive, unnatural structures. Jagged and rough, they pulsed faintly with residual magic. The ground around them was scorched black, claw marks engraved into the earth, proof of violent past conflicts.
Atop those hills rested the nests.
Massive, fortified pits woven from scorched trees, stone debris, and old wyvern bones. Some glowed with molten heat, others with pale frost, but one in the center stood out—silent, dark, and surrounded by withered vegetation. It was the Alpha Nest.
Igaris narrowed his eyes.
Crackling fire lit up in the distance.
