The Bone Hallows were silent, other than the occasional bottomless pit hidden beneath piles of bones. This place was not completely quiet. It had a thin noise that carried the groans of the dead and the sounds of bones being shot into the air by some unknown force before clattering back down in restless cascades.
There were also treasures to be found here, although they did not touch any they discovered.
The reason was simple. Seras did not want to risk provoking something they should not or stirring ancient curses buried beneath the skeletal wasteland.
Even Damon, who was greedy, did not risk it. He was sure if he did he would end up taking something cursed. Of that he was certain.
The way to the Bone Ridge was not difficult. They hid beneath the shadow of a giant femur bone while Rexagon's occasional roars filled the open sky, the sound rolling across the wasteland like thunder.
