It was what you call a graveyard. And it was a portrait of pure, unadulterated biological horror.
The cavern was easily the size of a football stadium, illuminated only by patches of sickly, pale-yellow bioluminescent mold clinging to the ceiling, and it was filled to the ceiling with rolling, jagged hills of bone and rotting carapace. Scattered across the vast floor were literal mountains of corpses.
Sol saw the half-melted, unrecognizable carcasses of Great Badgers, their stone-spiked fur dissolved to expose the rotting muscle beneath.
He saw the massive, skeletal remains of a four-armed ape…its ribcage curving upward like the arches of a ruined cathedral, picked absolutely clean of every ounce of flesh. Dozens of common Essence-Born beasts, ranging from giant serpents to four-winged birds, were piled haphazardly… picked completely clean of flesh and marrow.
