The temperature around the cave entrance has already dropped to less than eighty degrees Celsius, which for ordinary people is entirely bearable, but no one feels any joy about it.
Less than five meters away from the cave entrance is the four-thousand-degree high-temperature magma, with the surrounding air heated to the point where a cracked egg at a height of one meter will congeal into a fried egg before the egg white and yolk hit the ground.
This eerie low-temperature zone seems like a trap specially set up by Chimera 17, waiting for the prey to deliver themselves right to its door.
But, will someone really fall for such an obvious trap?
Yes.
Because the prey have no choice.
Or rather, the prey do not consider themselves prey; they are hunters, here to hunt... The one who set this trap, it is the prey.
