The cage that housed the dragon cracked. What remained in its place was a hole. A small dot of a hole that stood out of place in the death zone.
The hole wasn't on the ground or on a wall. It was suspended midair like dust. The hole looked like a passage to an otherworldly world.
A pink pale fair finger came out of the hole. Then came two, three, five. One hand, two hands, and they started enlarging the hole.
It tore like cloth, with the sound of debris falling on metal. The sound was wrong here. The death zone had been quiet since Chloe and the group were transported back to the bureu. Even the air felt like it was holding its breath.
The process continued for a full half an hour. The hole now looked too big for a full grown up human to step through, but the other side was still like an abyss. Black. Endless. Like staring into water too deep to see the bottom. Or staring into the dark to see anything.
