322 The Tome of Fire 4

With bated breath, Eve observed the dragon bones in front of her beginning to stir. The skeletal fragments that were once scattered, slowly connected like pieces of puzzles. The sound was a low, eerie grind, like stones rubbing against each other, echoed inside the clearing.

As the bones linked, a heavy sensation descended upon Eve. It was as if an invisible weight pressed down on her shoulders, making it hard to breathe. The air felt thick with unspoken energy, and she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by something... evil.

Obviously, she was not foolish enough to wait for the dragon to completely recover! This was a dragon! She could only do one thing... run!

Eve quickly entered the door, preventing herself from looking back. She ran until she realized that the pathway around her seemed different. It was no longer made of rocks; instead, it was made of polished stone. Lanterns on the wall lit up the hallway. She steadied herself.