He stopped before a cluster of what looked like long-extinct dragonkin—more humanoid than beast. They looked a lot like kobolds yet with wings and a quiet, noble sorrow—rather than the typical bootlicking manner of the kobolds Kain was accustomed to—perhaps an ancestor?
Their eyes, frozen in crystal, seemed almost aware—like statues waiting for a bell that would never ring.
'No… not quite Noah's Ark,' he amended his earlier thought. 'There's no ship. But the intent is the same. A sanctuary. A preservation. And coincidentally all of these are creatures that do not currently exist or have been seen on the continent in centuries. Even rare creatures, like the True Red Dragons, were not seen here. Did they predict that their own extinction was at risk?'
At the center of the room was the only truly dead creature, a massive dried-out husk of a tree that had long since petrified, with a glowing violet orb in its crumbling center.
