Kyrian remained motionless at the edge of the gigantic crater of the Great Volcano.
The scorching wind blew violently against his body, making the burned edges of his robe flutter like flags in a storm of fire.
His skin was already reddened by the extreme heat, even with the constant protection of ice Qi circulating beneath his skin like invisible armor.
He observed the waves of magma below.
The lava rose and fell continuously like a furious ocean trapped within the walls of the crater, illuminating the entire environment with an intense red glow that seemed to come from the depths of the earth itself.
Gigantic waves crashed against the inner walls of the volcano, launching incandescent splashes dozens of meters into the air before they fell back into the sea of fire.
The heat was absurd.
