In the dragon bone passage of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Graveyard, a dead silence hung like frozen time.
Huge fossilized dragon bones of various shapes, resembling collapsed mountains, silently recounted primeval tragedy. The air was viscous, filled with dust, decay, and a faint lingering ember of primeval dragon might.
The phantom of the Chaos Cauldron enveloped everyone, sliding silently through the corridor formed by giant rib fossils.
Chapter 605