The journey from Zone A to Zone S was not a change of scenery.
It was a change in reality.
They stepped through a curtain of energy at the edge of the volcanic plains.
And came out into a world of impossible scale.
They stood on a floating island. One of thousands drifting slowly in a sky the color of starless twilight.
Below them was not ground. But a bottomless swirling abyss of purple and black clouds.
The Graveyard of Gods.
Giant skeletons of creatures beyond imagination. Ribcages the size of cathedrals formed natural arches. The skull of some long-dead titan, eye sockets large enough to fly through, served as a grim mountain on a distant island.
This was the final zone. The home of the Bone Dragon.
And they were trespassers in its kingdom of the dead.
The air was thin. Carrying a strange electric charge. A constant hum of sleeping ancient power.
The monsters here weren't just territorial animals. They were apex predators. The new rulers of a fallen world.
