"It’s not just a legend, Jack," Carl whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. "It’s the eighth wonder of the world."
The hull scraped against jagged rocks, a sound like a dying scream. Suddenly, the mist parted. Before them rose Skull Mountain, a jagged tooth of stone piercing a sky thick with prehistoric birds. The air was heavy, smelling of damp earth and ancient decay. "It’s not just a legend, Jack," Carl whispered,
Two amber eyes, vast and weary, locked onto hers. In that gaze, she saw no monster, but a king of a forgotten world, lonely and fierce. He let out a roar that shook the very foundations of the island, a sound of pure, unbridled power that echoed across the sea. "It’s not just a legend