For Dustin and the others, passing through the five-colored light cocoon in the canyon was like leaving one nightmare only to find themselves trapped in a far older one, heavy with primordial dread.

The stench of decay lingered, now mixed with the sharp tang of rusted metal and the dust of countless centuries. Faint light filtered through cracks in the towering rock walls above, casting patchy illumination that was enough to see what lay ahead.

It was a battlefield long abandoned, stretching endlessly into shadow. There were no banners or fresh corpses, only crushing silence, worn down by ages beyond counting.

Enormous ivory bones littered the landscape. Ribs curved overhead like archways, while skulls sat as large as buildings. They'd belonged to extinct colossal beasts, now resting among broken weapons and collapsed pillars. Despite the passage of time, the bones still radiated an oppressive presence.

Rusted, fragmented weapons and armor lay among the relics of war. Their design