His eyes were glued to the body of a dragon and a giant.
Akamir stepped closer, the glowing moss casting shifting shadows across his face.
The dragon's remains were massive.
Its wings were folded beneath its ribcage, bones cracked and covered in layers of dust.
The giant beside it was no less imposing—its skull split at the center, one enormous hand resting limply over a rusted axe.
"They fought each other," Akamir muttered, staring at the claw marks on the giant's chest and the crushed ribs of the dragon. "And they died here."
"This…" Nayomi whispered grimly. "This seems familiar."
Akamir looked at her then at the mimickers.
"You found this just now?"
"Yes, master," the mimicker replied in its hollow voice. "This chamber was sealed until earlier this evening. The ground above weakened."
Akamir narrowed his eyes. "Show me everything."
The mimicker pointed toward the back wall of the chamber, where a long stone mural was half-buried in the ground.
