The group disappeared from Inferno City, a moment later, they reappeared on a large square platform. The three lifestyle players stepped into the middle, while the fighters faced outward.
Nix scanned the immediate area, an endless field of bones and carcasses stretched out in all directions. Some were bleached white from the passing of time, while others looked recent. He stepped away from the group, immediately the air in front of him shimmered.
/Inferno: Wind: Damn. That was sudden.
/Inferno: Pon: I want that cloak, a real f*cking grim reaper.
"Greetings, New Arrivals. Welcome to Khalam'Zur." The Specter hovered in front of Nix, its facial features were cloaked in darkness, a long and wickedly curved scythe was held in one hand.
Nix stared at the nearest corpse, it didn't look like a dragon. "Is this the dragon graveyard?"
The Specter shook its head. "This is Khalam'Zur, the dragon graveyard is only a small part of it."
Nix glanced back at Pon and Wind.
