"Alive." Impossible to draw another conclusion. This place is like standing in a hollowed whale. But Nevarra lingers. She amends, "Maybe preserved."
"The red dragon," Corypheus' corrupted beast. "Lyrium moves it, yes?"
It was buried in those corpses, animates the great juggernauts, changes their rifters. Another body, then. Sennara considers, framing heart between pinched fingers. Scratches a measurement. She turns the page, past loops of squiggling line — better an eye for the whole of the page, than any singular shape. She'd like to know what language it condenses. If they make it out, she'll make inquiries.
"This is bigger. Wrong bones. Shaped like man, giant." She rotates the page for Yseult's review: The curve of spine nearer a recumbent body than reptile. "For two legs, see?"
They need to get closer. A step forward, and the ground rumbles beneath them, sends her stumbling to brace. Rocks shower loose overhead, crystals crackling in echo along the walls. Alive.
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"The red dragon," Corypheus' corrupted beast. "Lyrium moves it, yes?"
It was buried in those corpses, animates the great juggernauts, changes their rifters. Another body, then. Sennara considers, framing heart between pinched fingers. Scratches a measurement. She turns the page, past loops of squiggling line — better an eye for the whole of the page, than any singular shape. She'd like to know what language it condenses. If they make it out, she'll make inquiries.
"This is bigger. Wrong bones. Shaped like man, giant." She rotates the page for Yseult's review: The curve of spine nearer a recumbent body than reptile. "For two legs, see?"
They need to get closer. A step forward, and the ground rumbles beneath them, sends her stumbling to brace. Rocks shower loose overhead, crystals crackling in echo along the walls. Alive.