49 SIGIL-SKULLS

They called it an oasis.

In the jungle density of magically charged flora and magically cruel fauna, the waterfall churned its lake base like a bastion of the old world. When the relative foundations of peace were stronger.

But like any beautiful imagery in a harsh enviroment, it was only a mirage.

If one listened beyond the splash of water and flow of tidal waves, they'd hear bones snapping. Beasts snarling.

Sands weathering stone into smooth slabs.

Children screaming.

Behind the waterfall— in the oasis, a war waged on.

A skeleton-serpent the size of a dinosaur slithered through the defending native men and women.

Few of them had guns and used them on the creature.

It's hard bones reflected the bullets, hitting a few of the fighters and grazing a few elderly.

The serpent came like the physical manifestation of the end.