The journey to the Bone Dragon's lair was a descent into a world forgotten by the living. The vibrant, fiery landscapes of Pyronis gave way to a desolate, ashen wasteland, a place where the very air was thin and sharp, tasting of dust and a deep, ancient sorrow. The sky above was a perpetual, bruised twilight, the twin suns of this world unable to pierce the thick, cloying miasma that clung to this cursed land.
And then, I saw it.
A massive, skeletal archway, forged from the colossal, fossilized bones of some long-dead, leviathan-like creature, stood at the entrance to a deep, dark chasm in the earth. This was it. The Dragon's Graveyard. The lair of the Bone Dragon.
