Kyrian walked alone through the volcanic mountains of the Intermediate Area.
Ash constantly fell from the reddish sky, accumulating over his shoulders and hair before being carried away by the hot wind blowing between the dark valleys of the Great Volcano. Every step raised small clouds of volcanic dust from the black, cracked ground.
The distant sound of lava flowing through the depths of the mountain echoed continuously around him, a low and constant roar that seemed to come from the entrails of the earth itself.
It mixed with the occasional roars of fire beasts hidden among the rocky formations, creating a hostile symphony that accompanied every one of Kyrian's steps.
But he did not slow down.
His blue eyes silently observed the surroundings as he advanced through a completely different path from the one taken by the four leaders of Red Smoke City.
