Silent Realm: Strange Earth Dragon Cry

Eternal silence is the background of this continent, but it is also surging with crazy power of distortion. The invisible curse soaked every inch of the soil like a miasma, twisting life into a dragon-like form with scaly spines and sharp claws and fangs - vines had bone spur-like dragon horns, running beasts were covered with dark purple dragon scales, and even the flying insects in the forest grew dragon wings covered with barbs. Humanity is the most paradoxical sacrifice of this curse. When the pollution value reaches 100%, flesh and blood will completely disintegrate and reshape, turning into dragon-like species that only know how to roar and devour, and become puppets of instinct; and those survivors who are lucky enough to keep the pollution value below the critical line, although they retain their human sanity, their bodies have long been infected by the mark of dragon transformation - maybe it is the thin scales growing on their wrists, or the resonance of dragon roars that vibrates in their throats. They are called dragons, and they struggle to survive in the cracks of the curse. This continent has no oracles or classics, but it naturally breeds fanatical belief in "dragons". Those legendary giants never appeared, never taught a word to living creatures, but became the only gods in the Silent Realm. The dragons firmly believe that it is the dragon's blood flowing in the pollution, and it is the dragon's will that weaves this curse - and they are the descendants chosen by God to walk in the mortal world. The dragon-like roar resounded through the wasteland, and the dragon's prayers were lost in the wind and sand. No one knew the source of the curse. They only knew that every inch of air in the Silent Realm was filled with the soul of the dragon skeleton and the unbroken, eternal curse.