The sensation was strange, like diving into cold water after standing inside a fire. On one side, deadly heat. On the other, heat that was still intense but bearable.
The next instant, Kyrian fell inside the small cave hidden behind the formation.
His body crashed violently against the stone floor. He rolled several times, once, twice, three times, before finally stopping against a wall of black rock.
Above him, the lava completely covered the entrance once more.
The small frozen section he had used as an impact point disappeared instantly, absorbed by the sea of fire.
The spear of ice melted.
Everything lasted less than two seconds.
Kyrian remained lying there for a few moments, breathing heavily.
The sound of his own breathing echoed through the cave walls, ragged, uneven, but alive.
The last layers of ice over his body slowly evaporated, turning into vapor that rose toward the stone ceiling.
His Qi was almost completely empty.
