Galthor studied the bridge with narrowed eyes. It was wide enough for ten men to walk abreast, but time had not been kind. Massive chunks were missing, and what remained was held together by something that made his skin crawl.
Bones. Thousands of them. Fused into the stone like mortar, calcified and yellowed with age. Skulls stared out from the railings. Ribcages formed archways. Finger bones filled the cracks between stones.
It was as if they weren't there before, but now they were! The stones were actually held together by bones!
Brakthar took a deep breath. "I'll see you on the other side, Chief."
"You will."
The barbarian stepped onto the bridge. The bones groaned beneath his weight, and for a moment Galthor thought the whole thing might collapse. But it held. Brakthar walked forward, steady and careful, testing each step before committing his weight.
