Erend stood there longer than he realized, staring at the carved Dragon as confusion settled deeper into his brain.
The mural did not feel like a warning or a threat. It felt like a record. Like the city was telling him what it had been, not accusing him of anything, but demanding to be acknowledged. This painting had been created after the disaster.
He could not understand why the Dungeon would show him this, or why it chose now, at this level, to abandon its usual monsters and replace it with this silence and memory.
His eyes moved back to the Dragon's wings that stretched wide over the city below.
"Was this a Dragon ruling them, or something closer to a god?" he wondered.
