"What is this…?" he asked quietly.
Zaina stepped back as the last of the dust settled.
The massive skeleton lay half-buried in the ground, its ribs like the arches of a broken cathedral.
"I don't know," she whispered. "But it's been here for as long as I can remember."
Akamir crouched beside it, running his fingers along one of the bones.
It felt… warm, as if the thing was alive.
Nayomi hovered just behind, eyes narrowed. "This isn't normal, why is it here?"
Akamir glanced at her.
"You know what it is?" he whispered.
"A dead body," she replied softly. "Of a fire giant."
"Fire giant?"
Zaina frowned as she was focusing on him. "What's a fire giant?"
"Remember how I told you about the story about the first elf?"
Nayomi asked, floating closer to the thing.
"Before the influence of the golden sun, there were many races… but only three were at the pinnacle."
Akamir waited for her to continue, ignoring the weird look Zaina was giving him.
