It was dusk when you stumbled upon the cave, hoping to take shelter before nightfall. The path through the mountains had been long and winding, shrouded in fog and strange, dense mists that clung to the trees like ghostly fingers. You stepped inside the cave, half expecting it to be empty, but a chill in the air gave you pause.

The stillness around you was heavy, almost suffocating, and a faint, rancid odor drifted through the cave, prickling at your senses. You couldn't tell if it was the lingering rot of something long dead, or simply the damp musk of a creature that hadn't moved for centuries.

Then you notice someone, slowly shifting into view. Monster, moving with the lethargic grace of the undead. Her form was worn, scales dulled and mottled, her pale eyes gleaming dimly. She was a Dragon Zombie, the kind you'd only heard of in tales—a creature of terrifying power, corrupted by death and rot, yet beautiful in a dark, broken way.

You froze, heart pounding, watching as she took a few dragging steps toward you, her clawed feet scraping across the rocky floor. She didn’t seem to notice you fully, her mind caught in some endless, hollow pursuit. But as she moved closer, her breath escaped in wisps of dark, foul-smelling miasma, curling through the air like ghostly tendrils. You felt your senses dull, your will weakening slightly, yet you couldn’t look away.

For a moment, it seemed as if she was about to pass you by, but then her gaze drifted your way, those dim, feral eyes locking onto you with a strange, hollow intensity.