Reborn as the Last van Ambrose

The passage opened into a vast underground cavern. The ceiling stretched so high it disappeared into darkness, while the floor spread out in all directions and it was just as dark as the ceiling. But this wasn’t just empty space—it was a graveyard.

This chamber had no water. Just like the city around the BloodGate.

Massive dragon skeletons lay scattered across the cavern floor, their bones gleaming with an eternal white light that provided the only illumination. Some skeletons were coiled in sleeping positions, while others lay sprawled as if they had fallen in battle. The largest specimens were easily two hundred feet from nose to tail, their skulls alone were the size of buildings.

"By the depths," General Huoyan whispered, her voice barely audible in the sacred silence. "How many dragons are buried here?"

Lin walked closer to examine one of the nearer skeletons. The bones didn’t just remain—they pulsed with residual magic, the power that had been accumulating. "These aren’t just any dragons. Look at the bone structure and the size. These are ancient royalty, dragons who ruled before the four realms were divided."

Captain Zhen pointed toward a section where the skeletons were arranged in more deliberate patterns. "Some of these look like they were placed here ceremonially. Others..."

"Others died fighting," Commander Yuehua finished, studying a skeleton whose ribs were clearly shattered, its skull bearing deep gouges that could only have come from another dragon’s claws.

Grim felt his blood stir in his veins as it responded to the ancient power that permeated the graveyard. The sensation was overwhelming—like standing in the presence of sleeping gods. "We need to move carefully. This place feels... aware."

They walked deeper into the graveyard, weaving between the massive skeletons.